Something the Blue Teenager Sold You by Michael Igoe

 Something the blue teenager sold you
 left you high and dry, priceless,
 with the evil of forgotten meals.
 and your handcrafted tattoo.
 A thing that amounts
 to ceaseless rain
 by sleight of hand,
 the blue teenager sold you something:
 a cause for wonder,
 a good luck charm,
 as you loitered in the hall
 pursued your thunder
 behind whitewashed walls
 All the while,
 your mouth brays
 about your daily routine,
 scores long settled
 matters finished
 best part of a tired disguise.
 You've said very little,
 since you think
 every area is same as mine
 a lush park expanse
 the neon pizza sign.
 I gauge your walk,
 you march behind me,
 it's a pacer's gait
 learned many years ago.
 Something the blue teenager sold you
 in an everlovin' silent night
 a music from breath in sighs.
 Your wick burns still,
 your flame tells me
 you wrote those books
 to feed the Machine.
 Merciless, you're entombed,
 in your waking fate;
 you weep at length.
 He put a crease in your head
 sold you all you ever knew
 in the way of destiny.
 A pair of sticks, crossed,
 glow on the exit door
 an aggravation, and what's more,
 what the dial light says
 illuminated green
 shadow of a last dialing
 an unknown number found on the wall. 
Photo by Rafael Guajardo on

About the Poet:

Michael Igoe. Numerous works in journals online and print. Recent: Avalanches In Poetry Anthology Spare Change(Boston). National Library Of Poetry Editors Choice Award 1997. Twitter: MichaelIgoe5. Urban Realism, Surrealism. I like the Night.

This poem was previously published in

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