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Poems by Inchiki



 


the forest



idly walking in the forest of eucalypts
in my heated mind
i am surrounded by naked ladies
jammed heads first into the ground

a crack of branches distantly
snatching at something on my face
is it only a butterfly with wet wings?
lightly powdering my cheeks

in a dream i ride an elephant
slowly over lichen-clenched boulders
bells dancing on my ankles
a trumpet pressed to my lips






Mind Spool  2012