In the land of promises

In the land of promises

One flea bite occurred.
In the midst of continental hoo-ha
One bubble occurred in a tall lager-and-lime glass.
Midst a spacious sand dune
Sand swarmed.
Lover with sweat.
Primordial egg dropped from the sky
And hit Genghis Khan’s head
In the middle of the Gobi Desert.
Horny camels huffed and puffed to the nearest water.
Desert seagulls pushing their trips to gain another food.
Suzanne with her jellyfish
Volleyed back and forth by badminton rackets—
Oh this desert is so dusty
One never gains an inch
Not a drip of water
So sunny
Almost thirsty
Very thirsty
Fabulously thirsty
Terribly—
Oh it’s killing me
This desert this sand
Preventing me from making love
Preventing me from eating delicious supper
With all-pervasive crunch of sand.
I wish I could go to the mountains
Eat snowflakes
Feel the cool breeze—
I wouldn’t mind chewing icicles,
Making the delicious cracking sound
As I step on the prematurely frozen pond,
Making the satisfying sound of deep hollowness
As I step on the well-matured frozen pond,
The undoubtedly solid and secure sound
On a fully-matured frozen pond.
Suzanne would love that,
Because she is the punisher in the desert
And she is the companion
When we skate across this large, fully-frozen pond.
Let’s fly across the ice
Let’s beat the drum of our hearts
Let’s blow the bagpipe of our lungs
Let’s jingle the bells of icicles
Let’s be cool and crispy—
Suzanne, join us!
What is gained in the hot deserty wretched sweaty claustrophobic sandy skull-crunching dusty world
of Gobi?
Who cares?
Come to the mountains, Suzanne!
O Suzanne!