Patricia Walsh
Immaculate Answer
I wait at the outside for immaculate answers
Infected confusion happily becomes me,
Back-pedalling a form neatly hits the spot
Call for dances an untidy exercise.
Paired off at the outside, fearing ridicule,
We surreptitiously light off the unworthy,
Returned to the fold once the assailant moves out
Gifted oblivion in exile forever.
Associations over coffee fail over the lightheaded
Catcalling in the corridor a given mix,
Legacy of ridicule siphoning happiness
Happy conversations of a scandalous friendship.
Everyone’s sold more than the Beatles
Why should you be any different?
The skeletal clock happily consumes coffee,
Nicely asking for a glamorous time.
I waste moments in an evergreen abomination
False customs lurk at every sly look,
Not helping it provides more enjoyment
Seated for interrogation one final time.
An exercise in repentance, reputation online,
Half-assed accusations flood the room
To take down scurrilous notes on being
Happiness deluded on a classroom’s bum note.
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