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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
