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Poems by Inchiki



 


Tomato



Like a forest fire
boys
quietly
as
the cows come home
endure the sun on their backs
make mud cake from the salad field
of war
the dear tomato moor
or - forest fire
letting the sun down
and up -
to reveal in their mist


the rebel


scattergun – shot
. . .
jerked camera
Nevereverever! I let her! Let ‘er in!
[barrel rowel tears bowel to
tears]
blood blund bland blunder dunn fabric
only folded hands feel
neither glass stain nor the pearl
are worth the feeling inside that
girl






27 Watt  2006