Penny Candy
Desires come as a living will, but these words seem harsh. Caught up in the Big Beat, no one wants to say much about an absence of desire. Once I wore alcohol smiles, ready to embrace red meat. In golgotha's secret versions work from splintered fingers descend on through the ages as immaculate suits of armor. Stained by tobacco, feeding the hungers weaved in my neck. Smoke’s kept on the high side, in its wisps of cellophane blue. Waiting for Monday, when they trick me. Monday, we start again. Curtain Call Meghan tries to tell me exactly what happened. Like in cartoon shows? One with various jitters, the woes and afflictions, those in neutral ascension The fight for menthol, borrowing something from translux glories. Necessary to the plan for cities of the future. Tinkering seems important, when the stage grows quiet On next Ladies Day the end to suffering. More Often Vermilion She refused any leavetaking from a room where she lives. Comings and goings, seem just like staying. Here’s space enough for blindly climbing. With a good alibi, moving more agile. To find her victory, with a missing item night skies conceal. The sky rumbled with victory cries. In these cries disconsolate, that beseech contentments. * 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 Poetry Showcase by Michael Igoe 3 poems by Michael Igoe: “Bright Eyes” “Fun Lovers” “Bible Story”
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