where under water dies a diver that loved starfish and sea anemones
where under the wavy covers gigantic jellyfish is stinging equally kids and adults to show them how to unlearn the Pacific
where a man in boxer shorts runs after a teenager that rub-a-dubbed the front door when he and his wife in bedroomy climate rested after the day
where mechanical hare chases the hounds away from the tracks
where yellow cabs bring all on time and to the right destination driving through tunnels over the bottom piled with old caravels
where fungi kills the breath and it is unknown what wind brought it here
where the borders are in the hands of foreign crowds without looking into the gardens along aforementioned net fence
where mothers in veils praise for three thousand infidels and change their sons into hunters of virgins
where black gold leaks and we are splashing ever so slow flies for the wingless pelicans
where certain superglue is a truth guaranteeing that the bad vein in toddler brain would dry out
where self is in white in black yellow brown red
adding green zigzags on the temples and lightning under solar plexus
to hide in camouflage of respite
where are you Superman
when we are awaiting a rescue
from ourselves
from obviousness of things
circling after the tail
after the fleas
of important trivial spinning-wheels
you have been playing again
stone-scissors-paper with Don Kichote
forgetting that blank in your pocket
unpaid tax for ordinariness
give me serenity serenity give me
let’s celebrate serenity
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