ForkWord




Poems by Inchiki



 


Deluge



that look in your eye
head tracing little circles
like a corkscrewing ash seed
that crooked smile
and behind it the unlaughed laugh
that took so many of us
from the street into the casket of dust
and bookish mould
the huge fusted crumb of paper
towering over your desk
oaky scent of word fusion
i tried to help
when the water pipe broke on your pile
and turned it into dirty dough
but your ownership had run aground
and ruined the cakemix
every night after that you awoke
to the ribbet of frogs







ephemera  2007