Poem by Patricia Walsh

"Excite Valey" © Alex Duensing

 

Stranger Love

The German army coat stinks of familiarity
Ways to get you fit gloss over daybreak
Kissing my arm over a drinks promotion
International films grow over familiarity.

The caustic buildings rise over function
The masonry that falls, you become.
Satellite dishes dot the urban peaks,
Like a fraud, I close the windows gracefully.

Some log book reverberates from schooldays.
Various formule still rocks my boat.
Inalianable truths catching papers,
Education washing over the unquiet mind.

Nobody is interested in your falthering platitudes
Eating out of turn a grave mistake.
The best diet for your brain cells, of the new
Soliciting favour over a muted cry.

The planet will survive after we are gone,
Growing over our efforts at immortatlity.
Lush green rashes over our homes,
An eugenic backlash at our birthing methods.

Life long learning casts a cold eye
On happy beginnings and carefree smiles.
Enough to capture ourselves on the hop
Stinging up to stop hubris in its tracks.

 

“Excite Valey” © Alex Duensing

 

Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland, and was educated in University College Cork, being shortlisted for inclusion for publication in the 2017 edition of the The Quarryman. Previously she has published one collection of poetry, titled Continuity Errors, with Lapwing Publications in 2010, and has since been published in a variety of print and online journals. These include: The Fractured Nuance; Revival Magazine; Ink Sweat and Tears; Drunk Monkeys; Hesterglock Press; Linnet’s Wing, Narrator International, The Galway Review; Poethead and The Evening Echo, a local Cork newspaper with a wide circulation. In addition, she has also published a novel, titled The Quest for Lost Eire, in 2014, and performed in the “closed mic” section of the Ó Bhéal Winter Warmer Festival in 2016.

Alex Duensing. Graduate of William Paterson and Columbia? Yes. Ran for St. Petersburg, FL City Council? Yes. Won? No. Stopped Mayan Apocalypse on rooftop with performance art? Yup. Strange but nice fellow? Clearly. Protégé of Arakawa+Gins, masters of the architectural body? Ongoing even after the supposed end. Able to create mechanical engines that run completely on the energy a person creates while appreciating a painting? On delightful rare occasions.