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Poems by Inchiki
strange dance
i like to flirt with insanity
the undertow of
ancient china
beliefs
cast into the vortex
of make believe
an unmade bed
lovers entangled
embalmed in dreams
a bathtub and a silver spoon
neglectfully running the tap
till everything is cold
come here in secret
i am a doctor in truth
for which the cure can never be found
but moments can be stashed away
in these velvet pockets
what is the time?
an hour is stolen from the clock
and replaced
on a different face
two strangers
met at stage door
now they enter stage right
and find each
has betrayed the other
