Alien Abduction Series

Alien-Abduction-Series


 

I – Foreign Travel
 
I’m glad to know you’re here
Yet I can’t tell where here is
This cruise ship is so huge, so modern
Still the circular shape feels odd
The lack of windows
No dining room
 
Not that I’m complaining
The pills we receive are fabulous
One gulp and I’m full
I never go to the john anymore
Not that I’ve seen one
 
I do get lost sometimes, and
Can’t recall when we left
Are we out to sea days or months?
Though it’s great fun
Fine art everywhere, brilliant cityscapes
Spiraling beneath the two suns
 
Still there are moments my tummy aches
Just under those oval scars, can’t think when I got them
And your presence means the world to me
Another Brooklynite!  All the way out here
 
You know so much about me
More than I know myself
I love the way you speak
Hearing your words without moving lips;
Another sign of our closeness
The staff couldn’t be nicer
They never talk either but
I completely understand them
I’m so grateful, though they refuse my tips
Just like Mar-a-Lago
 
I guess I should be bored but I’m not
The black dreams are troublesome
But your explanations calm me 
Now you tell me we’re going to stop.
 
I’d love to sightsee, I would
But in the rush I didn’t bring my passport
And I do want to get home
Someone I know needs me, I think
 
For the ticket back
Do you think they’ll take my credit card?
 
 
II – Close Encounter Corrections
 
We never vivisect
Only dissect
Have not pulled people off planet for generations
Our ships no longer saucers
 
Purposes scientific
We research evolutionary error
A splendid pastime for
Excess labor and young delinquents
 
We did end their experiments
On your devices and favored media
Their actions defy our prime directive:
Only link to intelligent species
 
Your protests may be sent to Planetary Headquarters
But first you’ll have to find it
 
III – The Watchers
 
You don’t know us
We know you
Have had you in view
Before you got new
 
Your dreams finer than your finest arts:
War and reproduction
Extinction and seduction

Your conflicts visual repasts
Red blood, white sand, black bones
Hearts stuffed with stones
Hatred your erotic fantasy
 
Your theologies on inspection
Immaculate misconceptions
Towers for gods blooming with youth
Observing eyes always uncouth
 
You reach for stars
Look high and can’t see
What you are and will be
 
Do not trust the saucer folk
We will protect you from them
Not you from yourselves
 
 


 

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