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I'm buried in a duck-shaped bath tub Filled with speech bubbles and inquiries Like how do I exit this xanthic gulf? And how to clean this hill of ***** laundry? I put some shampoo on my nimbus Rinse and pour aqua on my sonnet I breathe in valour, duck-tape my scribbles Break the quartz, and handle the angles With my oars, I'm rowing toward the lotus Not missing a chapter of this meteor shower I pass by a big tank of sapphire hums A Christmas-tree floating on the back It commands me like a set of green arcs Telling me to go straight ahead, I'm a magnet As an eddy, I enter this turquoise zone It smells like dead fish in this strait Water turns into a chemical substance I recite a poesy, so as it takes a fluffy format My racing boat is nearing the nelumbo I let the sink drink my grey column I swim, and my craft lands on the H And fall from the clepsydra, with the spill Raise my ivories to the ceiling, wear my peignoir By looking back, I see an aquatic bridge Vapor, creating a foggy Londonian ambiance On the isle, spiny trees receive you with fruits I pick a jujube and eat it, I don't remember A new life sprouts as an ode to my lost memoir
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Harraga in a Jacuzzi
I'm buried in a duck-shaped bath tub Filled with speech bubbles and inquiries Like how do I exit this xanthic gulf? And how to clean this hill of ***** laundry? I put some shampoo on my nimbus Rinse and pour aqua on my sonnet I breathe in valour, duck-tape my scribbles Break the quartz, and handle the angles With my oars, I'm rowing toward the lotus Not missing a chapter of this meteor shower I pass by a big tank of sapphire hums A Christmas-tree floating on the back It commands me like a set of green arcs Telling me to go straight ahead, I'm a magnet As an eddy, I enter this turquoise zone It smells like dead fish in this strait Water turns into a chemical substance I recite a poesy, so as it takes a fluffy format My racing boat is nearing the nelumbo I let the sink drink my grey column I swim, and my craft lands on the H And fall from the clepsydra, with the spill Raise my ivories to the ceiling, wear my peignoir By looking back, I see an aquatic bridge Vapor, creating a foggy Londonian ambiance On the isle, spiny trees receive you with fruits I pick a jujube and eat it, I don't remember A new life sprouts as an ode to my lost memoir
Harraga" is an Algerian Arabic word which means “those who burn the frontier.” It designates North African migrants who illegally attempt to reach Europe.They risk their lives on small boats by crossing the Mediterranean Sea, with a hope to find a better life.
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Spyromundu
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Spyromundu
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
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