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Poems by Inchiki



 


so so soho



so miserable so
nothing whenever whatever
money trickling away
the senior generation
can't help us

a spark of creation
a balloon -
POP!

left unattended
broken messed
sprawl on the ground
lank naked armies
eating each other

all over the argument

Benzedrine drawl
how i long for opiate of death
- life!

the pain of orgasm
unbearable, unescapable

this is life
in an affluent nation






Poison Bomb  2011