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Poems by Inchiki



 


belief sphere



outside the known sphere of the universe          of universe cities
lies the half-belief sphere

hollow and
it glows

perfectly unlike
the imaginings of any prophet         so far

but resembling immaculately
the great breakthrough of tomorrow afternoon        over the gin soaked side-car

where i
having seen your pale arm
there draped on the green bonnet
asked you to play
croquet

something like that cat used to say
"we are what we believe" minus        what the crows lacerate with black beaks

they say "show your palms"
and open like little white snow daisies

a field scattered with palms
is tended carefully         that is a promise to the future






Mind Spool  2013