Only In Sleep | Michael Igoe

First published on detritusonline

We run roughshod over them,
those displays in faded tents.
A chance from the Zodiac,
might set them all free
resurrect their challenge.
But that only occurs in sleep.
Awake, the chance of answers,
permits a complete cosmetic,
the sun embarks
on a grisly journey
arcs past you in torrents
to confronts you at midday
like an old man’s time spent planning
four days in bed.

Michael Igoe Chicago, now Boston USA. Numerous publications in journals online and print. National Library of Poetry Editors Choice Award 1997. Recent:  Avalanches In Poetry Anthology @ Amazon.

Twitter: MichaelIgoe5. Urban Realism; Surrealism. I like the night.