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Boarding Freightboats

newbies vomit overboard, half-dreaming in astral projections
into the heat of the sun, blinding yellow
giant light bulb of the land, and sea.
We are off.
In the quarters corners
are sleeping, nauseated poor people,
desperate to deliver bread and medicine
and celebrate weddings.

Destined, penniless
nobody´s clothes have no holes
nobody´s feet have new shoes.

We sleep outside, you and me outside
we need the breeze creeping up on our lungs
filling them with news from afterlife
and big bang theories.

We need the straw mat underneath our spooning, mad napping love
on deck.
After dusk we need jackets to be blankets
and the stars to tell us everything:
we are in the belly of the whale of time,
waking up to kiss,
woken up by crew members wearing no shoes
big smiles
donating dinner: rice, and freshest fish.


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