All things dwindle fast, on left handed Sundays. But with new vistas they hit the heights directly on course quieted by leaves. More arduous the encounter more charged is the silence. She met with a king, and brand iron rulers. With almost no hints, without a suggestion. There’s no lip service in freedom of speech, you speak your piece. She made her plans to fill up long lines with stuff of illness. World weary every day, dealing out pantomimes. Bad Apples Getting stuck in the teeth before each performance. They will fight this war during the Age of Mud. It makes you wretch with eyes that shine. The machine won’t give any more amorous signs. As for rapture, and as for pain as far as coma and for moods. Finally a revival, by ice-like games, from daft opinions. Recorded by the brain are the dying concerns about consuming meat. We’re on our way to the meek forest. With an audience for your last book. The Rape of the Lock is the only one I need. Exhumation Games If the lotus came to be I can’t tell even if I try. It finds its place in fields of mud in boot imprints. We figure out, a watery grave someday withers. We’re called upon to burn our houses houses in surrender to the three degrees. Taking good stock of a rigged chance refresh the mouth with a taste of zinc. Lure the willing those most able, easy to convince to begin revving their twin engine. Coaxing them back into their lean years. These antics entitle them to know if they’ll drown. Copper Harbor As to any decisions there’s no real hope. In a merciless world revolving around us. Working on this one continuing to seethe will satisfy pretense. The beauty of the domes is in the beauty of words chosen to describe them. Words lead to severance leading on to governance. Here are the cold hills, serving as boundaries. On slow float lakes of wine and honey, the uninvited guest will reach the peak. Emerges seldom, remains present 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.
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