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Poems by Inchiki
firefly
little pyre in the air
flying around the marijuana grove
I like to catch you - but there!
it is only a mote in my eye!
my hands buzz
with insects as I cage them
in a lair of fingers
sawdust words grind
in the gaps between teeth
tongue puckers making
the probability of foolish sayings
so inevitable
Linji - !
slap me down
when host and guest
are the same
all the scriptures
burst into flame
whisk me
into foam
there - that spark
I drown
chasing it down
go to breathe -
my feet in my mouth!
one monk is always
on the way
another is always
in the way
which is the reflection of the other?
" aged rustics sing songs
the rule of the sovereign
pervades the land"
these leisures
cannot last forever
but time
lasts nearly as long
as the aftertaste
