Metaphors - Idriss Allouch

I guess

What happens around me

The effect of something borrowing

The language of another reality

The street

That hides its teeth

In the poster of the wall

In the fronts of the shops

Turns on the peak of the streets

So that the feet could find it

And the legs

The same...!

The butterflies

Astonished

Hover over

Its death

Every time they dance

For the flow of fire

And the sparks of the straw...

The chairs

Saturated with the power desire

Lament the state of its owner

By barrowing the language of people

By scratching up the remnants of paper rustle

That imitates a toilet

Exiles

Thus remain in the stairs

Insisting on the shutter of identity

In colorful passports

Stretching from the sea

To the dance of the death boats

When the other bank- there

Stand as an illusive paradise...!

The poet

Who is like me

Still looks

For eloquent words

For the distillation of things

I thought

I am writing a poem

But I am just striving

To deconstruct the hands

Of broken metaphors

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Idriss Allouch (born 1964) Morocco

Source: Big Bridge