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Poems by Inchiki



 


an argument



a little spot of wine
and a little spot of black
some sweet apple tea
and a big fight with wifey

i feel almost human again

is
it
supposed to go like this?

bush air breathes in
the night window

suburban bliss
is a long way off -
aah, tantarella

song of songs
the lullaby
of the wild extremes -

take this human
experiment,
make your moves

nothing glides
without a void
to avoid

so the cursed
heart plateaus
again
and again
on pure pain






Mind Spool  2015