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Poetry Showcase: 4 new poems by Michael Igoe

aerial view of green and yellow trees beside body of water during daytime

photo by Michael Bowman (unsplash)

By Chelsea Creek

Airborne jet of yellow . over the Mystic River. Some ones seem carmine the ones without any roar. Are they captives of some lesser sun? They’re in a song we sang when we were still young. On a downtown landscape sometimes a blue building or an old crumbling tower. You're the defeated artist who’s in search of a cure. I come to join recklessly your cause at its junction. I don’t want to stumble divided and conquered. I seek your recognition as someone who pilfers the coffers of Christians.

Thirst For Brown Water

There’s healthy sense in absence of intention. These surfaces break quick time. This pool soon grows cold swimming within a frame It’s seen in bad dreams but its contours altered to mute heckling within.

Midwinter Children

They tell their story, of restless swallows. In a random moment, wearing rough haloes. They felt oddly, about their gods. Counting on the arrival

Morning of the 27th

Your shape tended to render sameness to all your moods all your darkness. You made sure you spent time putting me at ease. In a few stars, I bear witness. past the minaret, Those past the dome, ones past the minaret. A satyr shadowed, one half is divine, another half is odd among gods. Gods worshipped older, often naive, rooted in rudeness.

Bright ones remark, there's always a sky playful each morning. Only one sky, but frozen, issuing what came before to take liberty with virtue.

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”

Poems by Michael Igoe : “In Certain Climates” & “Elliptical”

3 poems by Michael Igoe: “Bright Eyes” “Fun Lovers” “Bible Story”

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Bright Eyes

The first one in open water patrols the lonesome beach. Grateful for stillness to serve as the filter held in nimble hands. The inescapable skies above muddy reaches found rooted in sands. Four winds can’t obey the ton of deadweight that calls itself human. To have and to hold without distractions. Taking off my jacket I find my house keys. The new kid sold his lures and tackle. Box tops will buy them if you sink on one knee.

Fun Lovers

I grasped finally when I last ate valentine candy. In its heart shape, with tender script. The blue one dyes wombs of new friends. The same ones, I at first adored. Then it turned out, they’re friends like stooges or footmen. Reaping the same, as we always have we watch together incipient breathing. We waited to see ourselves over by the coffee machine. Dropping poker chips after losing everything. We can’t quite place all the young dudes. They wear No. 2 clothes, at the evening pony rides.

Bible Story

We popped a bubble, it made us wide eyed. Soon we’re dead set against every slander Adam and Eve, willingly precede, in separate gardens. They remain blessed by a stoplight’s peril. They smile the smile, belonging to winners. Our hero of the moment, is restrained in his efforts he mimics only cool ones; he thinks he’ll hit the target.

2 Poems False Prophet & Violet Contact by Michael Igoe

False Prophet
His reign comes to power,
when he parts from a duo.
He’s seen as handsome,
in the shelter of eaves,
shriveled in the nooks.
His lonesome patron,
working in a gallery
adheres to bold lies
in a forest of logic.
In the passage,
turnstiles click
with a thin kiss
from detentions.
He wears his best shirts
plastered with bluebirds
prizes from the auction.
He’s sure to adore them.

Violet Contact
It seems at Dawn
they are bringing
jars of grenadine.
They are finding
frightened sources
ensuring the fair trade
of a downtown widow.
I might dine
on old bones
while I sleep.
Old bones arranged
by a similar gesture.
I’ll be just as fat
as bank teller lies.
These exact words
come from inmates
as well as sweathogs.
Two bits buys the scenes
before a captive audience. Next to suburbs,
of a shining hut
belief says goodbye

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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