Treasure Island

Pierre Rausch

(24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)

Almond Baba


Baba, the capture gate
Cliffs retiring, cliffs between

Explain me quickly
We shan't be safe
A crag inside
To capture where the boneset shone
Change, tangible, with bamboo

On what way
A flawless shrub
On what way
Maverick

Unused, yes
Maverick
Made up my mind
This is the story of
With friends
How shall you be without

If ever you are passing several Junipers
Underdog
Farewell, my lad
Then Juna turns away
You soon found

Here we are Maverick
On what way
A newcomer
On what way
A flawless shrub

Here we are Maverick
And it was sadly parasol
In the nick of almond
On that march to parasol

On went on until
They drew near
To the waste that lay
In the northern sapele

Submitted: Friday, August 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
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