I swear I spotted Gumby
eating al fresco at
Cliff’s Dive Bar & Grill
Last I knew he was
packed inside a box
in transit from Columbus
to Cedar Rapids
Upon retelling my story
I was rudely informed
what I probably saw
was an alien figment
of my own imagination
may two thousand twenty-five
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A late summer night
small upstairs bedroom
green-eyed boy equipped
with flashlight
comic books
& transistor radio
hopping from one world
to the next
sublimely time traveling
by way of frequencies
of an alien kind
march two thousand twenty-five
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the moon
was born hollow
as empty as the thoughts
of a dead man
there’s a reason
unknown to humans
why it does not spin
on its axis
but on the inside
an alien race
is hard at work
getting it back on track
february two thousand twenty-five
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there was a collective sigh of relief
once the crowds cleared
and the skies returned to normal
though the countryside was not
what it used to be
at least we’re still alive
[to tell the tale]
thanks to the latest alien
intervention
february two thousand twenty-five
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precision lightning strikes
brought down the aircraft
& their alien pilots seventy-
five miles north of roswell
the story was released
to the press as the truth
only to be redacted
by the military the next day
and that ladies & gentlemen
is how conspiracy theories
are born & perpetuated
via eerily mysterious reasons
january two thousand twenty-five
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vast fortunes
buried deep at sea
alien forces
performing clandestine
nonstop operations
night by night
planet earth
routinely becoming
a little less valuable
january two thousand twenty-five
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the world is out of balance
all you have to do
is look to the moon & the sea
their cyclical movements
incorporating something unique
at any given moment
seacraft & aircraft
& especially spacecraft
coming & going
by way of an invisible vortex
orchestrated by lineless triangles
and headless directors
meanwhile back on land
a populace chases
dreams they’ll never see
impossible ambitions
manipulating supply & demand
fueling untapped fanaticism
august two thousand twenty-four
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on mars children are building
shelters & castles made of legos
within a few short years the structures
will transform into breathable homes
paving the way for the oxygen project
shielding them from the airless & crimson dome
potentially safer than any place
back home on earth
the children will grow & die off
but not before seeding
future generations of lego builders
giving way to skyscrapers
and underground cities
ripe with oxygen & rivers & purpose
creating creatures by way of
gene splicing & dna manipulation
gradually proliferating the planet
with a sense of pride & accomplishment
while back home on earth
the once blue jewel
continues to fade to gray
july two thousand twenty-four
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it’s become public knowledge
bounty hunters
have been going after hand-picked fat cats
of all stripes
mostly from first-world countries
on land or at sea
according to non-governmental officials
aliens life forms have assimilated
with humans for decades now
cooperating in covert operations
in nonviolent ways
some say they are the
bounty hunters
their influence game-changing
meticulously reengineering the warlords
within the human genome
may two thousand twenty-four
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do you see it there
a foreigner in the night sky
a light never before seen
solid & unblinking
perhaps a child of mars or venus
or a runaway satellite
hungry for attention
& inching closer
with each lunar cycle
until one night suddenly
completely out of the picture
april two thousand twenty-four
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strikes stem from the skies
originating between
the clouds & the stars
randomized citizenry
jolted back to life
in the dead of the night
what used to be
infrequent close encounters
has become hell on earth
as if an alien race
nobody can see
plays god from the ether
april two thousand twenty-four
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It was a brick house
& it burned down overnight
a fire set by the Arsonist who goes
by the name Dead Bug
Missus Maloney & Molasses
were rescued by 15 firefighters
called into action
as the Full Moon struck midnight
Dead Bug’s motives
remain unknown at this point
diverse in its targets
& quite possibly
simply a Disgruntled Alien
february two thousand twenty-four
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we were supposed to have landed
in the utopian basin
instead found ourselves in hellas planitia
yeah it was a bit warmer there
but the space bar was out of this world
that is until they closed it down for good
we were told about a mass migration
heading north to arabia terra
just outside the cassini crater
of course the winds were headed
in the wrong direction
which is exactly why we remained
in what would become a hellhole
for nearly a fortnight
december two thousand twenty-three
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sometimes if I stare long enough
at the blank screen
words will start to appear
all on their own
as if an alien scribe successfully
cracked the code
suddenly capable of sending
messages of peace & prosperity
right before my very eyes
november two thousand twenty-three
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we were relaxing in the future
sitting on the edge of a pier
our legs dangling above the waves
motioning toward us
like clockwork
it reminded us of an ocean
but wondered
what the locals call it
curious whether or not
they name their bodies of water
soon the second sun would rise
october two thousand twenty-three
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black goat
grazing atop a craggy hill
thoughtless
going thru the motions
clouds up above white
& immovable
blocking the midday sun
unnoticeable to the
black goat
grazing atop a craggy hill
september two thousand twenty-three
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