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Poems by Inchiki
Confessional No.2
Lapping up images
like a doggy
the body is transient
i know the lie still i run on and on
the body is transient
save the women
and the children first
on nights of the full moon
i am like a were-molusc
pink flesh inside a briny shell
anything can happen in there
my actions are a response to the tide
not
the result of decisions
i am ruled by a world
of endless sensation
it comes to claim me
but i have not claimed it
the law is lenient
on the repeat offender
it is the first offence that stings
i am enjoying becoming an old man
my children one day will see
what happens when
the identity you cling to
sinks like the titanic
and becomes a curiosity
