I descend chutes, by way of sluices, to enter rapid currents. You hear me speak only when fees are granted. With glowing words I sing your praises. I will someday betray your memory from a fast car window. I'm more than desperate to quit the cradle. Your vitality comes from youth misspent same as your wisdom. It's an era recompensed by your caustic speeches.
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.