Thin Disguise by Michael Igoe

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.
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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.

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