Patricia Walsh




Cherry


Broken Water

The sickly hologram boasts its authenticity
Calling out for playtime in a crowdfunded take
Crassly complicated beyond all recognition
This nasty contraceptive scare boasts hundreds
The red night sky promising better times.

This soft poison collates its swollen river
No word of a lie, going through its motions
Convincing the godly to strike another toss
This hungry cliché doesn't augur well
Unless things demand it, then you're in trouble.

Washed through rocks and stones, the gone deal
The good things in life sidle by, as recommended,
Moving out of derision, the purchased sleep,
The perfected of life constantly ring up,
Roaming charges no barrier to conversation.

Little is as does, constructing the desired life,
Alternative stories goes from its own type,
The original windows bite through the modern,
Excellence despite surveillance gone to seed,
Honing another skill at the next expense.

Saying nothing, at best, at this going rate,
Watered down sympathy runs for more money
The hard-won gifts an email example to avoid
The broken water loved its own, a serious undertaking
Ploughed after death, knowing that something is wrong.