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Poems by Inchiki



 


Suicide note of the flawed poet



sorry everyone
but i'm taking the
easy option -
the path to
self destruction

i am addicted by this keyhole
in the frozen chicken suit
the throb of lamb cutlets
and sensational five spice sauce

so my immolation seems like
a warm corridor
and i walk it
rather unknowingly

as when one is wheeled and
taken under sedation
for an unpleasant operation

apologies -
for the smell
of the rotting formula after
that is something
i can do nothing about










thief UCK  2009