Tuesday, June --, 200-.
On the way
to a familiar place
they left,
turned left,
stepped
somewhat further
outside the
(alleged)
box;
pandora
ordered tuna maki
and perrier
and praised the sushi
coyote
sucked bubble tea
through a straw
-- mango? --
chewed dark gummy bubbles
with contemplative difficulty
puzzling out
their obscure flavour,
then opined,
'possibly blackcurrent';
It was a point of honour
not to ask the waitress,
who was Lucy Liu in a
Shanghai cowgirl outfit
taking an
incognito night
off from the
Hollywood rat race;
All present
cheered themselves
for leaving
familiar
comfort zones
between
dark-deepened
blue and green walls,
decided
there may
have been
sufficient caffeine
in the bubble tea,
and only trace amounts
of lead
in the Perrier.
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