Earth Redefined
I swore to value the life I gained but life goes on in cone shapes. I can’t resist them, but I still see them. When they shift from a red roof to the blue one. Something splinters, crunching underfoot. Someone asks if all beer is blue, someone passes around a bottle. In an attempt to accomplish, what has already been done. It's Otherwise I wasn’t so happy born in a manger a born hatemonger. It can show up in certain phases when best man wins. Lazy frowns from sisters gather up on the ceiling, they are able to breathe completely on their own, Their limbs are freezing, preserved by turpentine. Onto the next square, advance even further dwelling there quietly. Where it’s clear someone’s watching. To arch and bend with every signal you send my way. My firm grip relaxed in another hometown. But for all I know it seems like lying. Never mind pressure contained by breezes. Because I can't walk without those hands that move in a circle. I think I deserve to know exactly what you’re doing. Then you can find me, even in darkest syrups. Sold as Whispers I don’t find defeat in what you joined. Often it’s reckless, to treat a disease with other diseases. You’ll fall to the earth, back on the home front. Trying to keep up the pace watching yourself conquer. As a mule is sure footed of value as long as it lives. Strangely enough, I have not yet died. Because of piercing lights, from a crack in the vessels. They’re mementos creating distances so easily brooked. With one voice in delivering shrouded signals. My delicate offers, I want you to trust. I should know better because you pilfered from Christian coffers. No wrongs ever done, not to walk a free man. You are recognized as the fastest current to run in the stream. No Man's Land Besides the music was a flushed face from a waking life built up on fatigue. Having no need, for a sixth sense feeling the touch from an ending of wire in a coil. Surveying a scene, knee deep in grass. Faces palmed off, as just sufferance. It’s as much for roots as it’s really for kicks in the way it’s taken. Not a Chance Aware just in case, of hexed inhalation. No need for school, for crowds of tramps in sunless courtways. Holding hands, brows furrowed Pearl Harbor Day We will welcome mournful intruders who abide in woe. Anticipating an aura from the searchlight.. Hunger for sweetness gripped in its clutches imposes the penalties that deafen both ears. Locked in the stages of our utter disasters compelled to notice thick caked mud and flies in clusters on all the four walls. Over longwave radio, tired, resigned voices giving the impression no penalty extracted. As the skies filled with dive bombers. Bio: Michael Igoe, neurodiverse city boy, Chicago now Boston, recovery staff at Boston University Center For Psych Rehab. Many works appear in journals online and print. Recent: Spare Change News(Cambridge MA), thebluenib.com, minerallit.com. Avalanches In Poetry Anthology@amazon.com. National Library Of Poetry Editor's Choice For 1997. Twitter: MichaelIgoe5. poetryinmotion416254859.wordpress.com. Urban Realism, Surrealism. I like the Night. New poems by Michael Igoe “Lure of the Hunt, In the Same Breath, Exhibits” Poetry Showcase: 4 new poems by Michael Igoe 3 poems by Michael Igoe: “Bright Eyes” “Fun Lovers” “Bible Story” 3 new poems by Michael Igoe : “The Way of A Hero” “Tunnel Vision” & “Human Intervention” A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Michael Igoe 2 new poems by Michael Igoe :”Inborn” & “Funeral Lilies”
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