Trafika Europe 6 - Arabesque

Flowers at the Walls (listen here)

T he blue of the Kasbah’s dissenting Red is deceit White is my word too filthifying Green the color of religion

Yellow is my Van Gogh yellow The blue of the sky is my blood Pink is the smell of petroleum The faun is what fits me like a glove The orange - an oriental cliché And also purple too I am to Africa as green is to mint Brown a color adjacent to black in the darkfield of my sight To black in the darkfield of my rhymes. How full I am of colors, like my brothers at the wall, doling out We are the flowers at the walls

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