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Poems by Inchiki



 


The Swallow



Little bony scrotum
perched in a muddy seat
patiently awaiting
another visit from the feathery food machine

a squirt of half chewed worm
or bug or slater
wrapped in a pretty wrapper
heíll save it up for later

oi! mum I want another!
ya canít ya bath is ready
anyway I gave it to yer brother
now turn off the bloody telly







the red notebook  1998