Burial Glances & Other Poems

 

By Michael Igoe

Burial Glances

They lean on a cornerstone

corroded badly with age.

They have children

they have moisture.

Trafficking news of the world

they dispense their paltry sums.

I must remain flying,

I must soon respond

to abandoned children

who grow old in games.

I stand on two feet

palms outstretched.

They hand me the shovel

I break out in cold sweats.

Romeo’s Gesture

He has needs

for all things

made from wax.

In ways he stimulates

a buzz bomb violation

that clears up congestion.

The point of his program

is to be sure of the meaning

of chain smokers in newsreels.

He watches the hips of leather,

their false and supple styles

while they chase harebrained,

while they shoot dice games

in an attempt to unearth saints

made completely out of plaster.

It seems like much more

than the unseen presence

that governs his lenses.

He winces at the sight

of his child brides

warmed by tobacco.


At Best A Hermit

You can meet with me,

on red letter days,

in hermits’ disguises.

March in an army

know the thrill

a mile a minute.

We live in a world

of caress without heat

as you link my arm,

you walk beside me.

In a checkered dress

you pause on a corner

obeying the red signal.

Across the silver forest

in trembling embraces

we outline contentment.

We are suspect of light

but we find it innocent.

Yet you are a hermit.

A few saplings rise

intrepid and vital.

They hatch plots

by neutral design.


Quick Exit

All my foes

make their way

to a back room.

They walk in a throng

savvy heads unwilling

to give up a single jot.

They brush off rain

they find their table.

They stare out a window

blue film surrounds

seeps through cracks,

in a pane of inanimate glass.

They intend on harming Eden

but are sure they belong there.

Somewhere they can flatten

instead of lying which way.

Both soles of my feet

begin to grow tender.

I walk out the door

suddenly sure why

they are so angry.

They ran out of money.

 

Michael Igoe: City boy, Chicago-now-Boston, neurodiverse, instructor at Boston University Center for Psychiatric Rehabilitation. Erstwhile scholar, cat enthusiast. Longtime member of the Democratic National Committee. Regular contributor to Spare Change News (Cambridge, MA). Enthusiast of urban realism and surrealism.

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