Who's Kidding Who?

by Patrick Walsh

the revolution's over
like a dog whimpering
for sex
in the hot afternoon

the hardware shop we've worked
in like dogsoldiers for ten years
says now
you can come you can go

but biometrics is the future
so put your hand on the machine
be stamped
like any criminal in time

I would love to tell them get stuffed
do neo-nazi out but  need the bread
like drugs
and the revolution's over full stop

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Time Wears Away The Stone

by Patrick Walsh

net of fishes shores of plenty
cast of blind hooks for foolishness
words from farside going crazy
you mustn't look I mustn't see

so once you gave though I doubted
the song of truth if that's what was
others couldn't grasp your lightness
yet raged to live in fire's doublet

now the bells toll these old church stones
for message dulled need not be lost
years are fossils as hearts stonecold
no dreams indulged on hard life's coast