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Poems by Inchiki
life is pain only
why
endure the suffering to the end
when the disease kills us always
the living-disease
such perfect pleasure
such purest pain
like poison pills, insecticide
pistols, bullet holes, penises
bereavement in a blister pack
an opportunity for success – pop! –
into the silver blue pool – pop! –
slitting the dolphin open with razor blades
plush blue blush of blood
poison water into the abdomen
a half cup of apple seeds
a pre-pubescent epiphany
to gush away
from the agony
of your unendurable beauty
is the answer in soliloquy
