Under the Diving Board
„hurry up! bring the holy water
or I’ll scratch myself out of existence“
sincerely
your gentle strangler...
...that’s the end of this ecstatic story
about the seasick captain
about the Laplace’s demon
caught in a bigot whirlpool
THE END in black capital letters
a true descent into vanity
but there are still bills to pay
and pills to take
while you still don’t want to get old
vanishing with the rising vapors
of dotted tea-pot each day
mourning over the Laika’s last journey
in a dampness of the cold bakery
and the weakness is getting stronger
by the creaky roadside hut
where the fearful sand witch dwells
cursing the dolphins and their mothers
with her osseous lexicon
and sapphire ravines in her eyes
but hey, we’re still sinking
still orbiting the godhead
and that’s all
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