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Poems by Inchiki



 


Cigarette



when i imbibe
the ash
of a flicker of coal
wrapped in leaf
mixed in air
my whole joy
explodes
and is extinguished
a moment later
by the exhale
leaving just the
glowing
wick
of the next explosion

this pistoning
of exhilaration
ruins me
once i dreamt
i fed a cigarette
machine
with my own
quivering flesh
my blood
sticking to my lip
flecks of it on
my teeth
as i coughed
turning white

loudly exclaim
the evil
in a puff of smoke
and be smug
in your glass dome -
don't you
understand?
i am no
seedy individual
my way
is the way of
the dragon
i see through
his eyes
everything
is in decay
this moistened cylinder
is just another way







Accidentals  2008