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Poems by Inchiki



 


Venice Again



When it all sings me to some spot
be happy with the lot

Venice is my womb
a wiggly coffee room
through wandering to and fro
Iím a naughty embryo
collecting little secrets
in my melancholy head
so many here before me -
unlike them, I am not dead

The buildings and the women
the pigeons and the boats

Especially the women -
today Iíve x-ray vision!
(or a very good imagination)







the red notebook  1998