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Poems by Inchiki



 


machine head



the original maths
that impregnated
these gears
rolling about the sun-gear
this stampede
of automata
is soothingly in tune
from a distance
but up close
it hurts

unresolved
occasionally
the envelope opens
revealing its teeth

as a poet
i long
to escape
the paralysis of mechanics
for this my heart throbs
and my pen wants a fuck






unpublished  2010