Glimmer & Other Poems
By Michael Igoe
Glimmer
You must be an idol
because that picture
shows you smoking
in a menagerie visit.
Your heckled skull
withers by twilight.
I believe every word,
you wrote in the book
about ladies in waiting.
And the soup ghost
who belted them
with dead end fever.
Fixing Angela’s Fan
They wanted to roam,
after those takeovers
of the plastic saloons.
On Tucson’s outskirts,
forced by the glance
at victories in season.
Points of view corrected,
by a semblance of order.
Their argument is to linger
about the price for dry ice.
Corner Of The Eye
Like a certain candle lit
by strange girls at Easter
To make ready in gowns.
They are finally secluded,
now they can finger point
to accuse a recent culprit.
Someday he will teach her
how to steal the Mona Lisa.
As She Turns She Whirls
Seeking to raise heat
known by dancing
during a snow fall.
she wept for awhile,
before she left him.
In a bolder salute
to a sense of safety.
Valves in her skull,
valves in her heart
both open to say to
- I am so sorry.
The more they quiver
more they gain age
pulse down the backside
open baleful morning eyes.
Like tiny birds
in odd numbers
she sheds narrow feathers
as gifts found by victims.
Phantom gifts given
to swoon on empty stomachs
It’s easier to be unaware
of thread from silent eyes
admired only by degrees.
In company reaching further
then finds no entrapment.
Finding the right machine
that will make her manlike.
All Skin And Bone
At every crack of dawn,
we take the time of day,
to light the sunny candle
clenched in our knuckles.
Where a path leads us past,
a demure cottonwood tree
we all seem well feathered.
We rise to the occasion,
follow up on our binges.
There are recent sightings,
of a big cat in steel traces
who engages in idle fracas.
Someone left their book here,
someone else passed a bottle.
Michael Igoe, city boy, neurodiverse, erstwhile scholar, numerous works appear in journals online and in print. Recent: Musical Primates, The Blue Nib, Mineral Lit and Avalanches In Poetry Anthology. National Library of Poetry Editor’s Choice Award, 1997. Twitter: @MichaelIgoe5. Urban realism/surrealism.