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meteor shower


he’s not eaten in a while
you can easily tell
legs & arms moving
[as if] involuntarily
shoving into his face
anything he can get
his paws on

hominid or animal
it’s too early to tell
definitely not from
anyone’s locality
having crashed into
the wild wild rainforest
once upon a time





august two thousand twenty-two
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alien invasion


can you imagine
her breaking in on the scene
attempting to decipher
what exactly the aliens
are doing on this planet

the fossil record
has long been replaced
ever since creedence clearwater
came onto the scene

assassinations will eventually
replace any & all
mass shootings
targeting those actually
or pretending to be
part of the problem

digression is a son of a bitch
but what’s left to do
other than looking back
analyzing why we hadn’t
put away such evil empires
in the first place





august two thousand twenty-two
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alien hideaway


you should be able to see me
clearly now
since becoming an alien in waiting

the tricks I’ve learned
in such a short period of time(lessness)
now preying upon your mind
as you attempt to decide
if you’re going insane
or becoming

someone exactly like me
living further from the truth
than ever before
reworking my appearance
using proverbial smoke & mirrors
and casting rolling stones
into bluesy waters
where I believe
you must be prospering again





july two thousand twenty-two
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The Art of War


Once the weather radio started freaking out
all things went to hell in a handbasket

There’s one thing I know about the climate
it’s always in a constant state of flux

After the storms passed we counted
the damages on ledger paper
one for physical
two for mental
and three for extraterrestrial

The mess is becoming a bigger mess
mother nature at war with herself
randomly precise & indiscriminate
hitting targets from any & all directions
whether in the air
or on land
or at sea





may two thousand twenty-two
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thoughts between alien invasions


they keep changing the rules
from ten thousand steps
to seven
eight hours of sleep
perhaps not the magic number


when I turned thirteen
I had a five speed road bike
& a brand new baseball glove
autographed by Willie Davis
          [back then]
every now & again
I’d calculate how old I’d be
come the year two thousand

I’m not going to lie
things never got much better since
too many cars & not enough
bike lanes
          where I live

I keep telling myself
things will get better
that my sports teams will once again
rise to the top
& all the evil empires of the world
will magically evaporate





may two thousand twenty-two
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her dark secret


stay away from him
is all they said
as if to say he is
not well

a vague warning
from a small town
without a purpose
other than to cast
shadows
where there are none

she came from the city
and found him
awkward & intriguing
though at times behind
the boathouse
never felt more alive

there are no
chronological orders
to follow in this
sordid affair
her presence somehow
disturbing time
their disappearance
to this day
unexplained





april two thousand twenty-two
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the lull after the storm


I thought I’d seen it all
now how ridiculous is that to say
this day & age

the thing is what you’ve seen
thus far is the tip of the melting iceberg

when it comes to expressions
we seem to take
the easy way out
like taking up arms for real estate
or bullying out of sheer boredom

truth is the fat lady will never
stop singing
and the pot is sure to boil
but what’s up in the air
seems to never want to come down
like an alien in waiting





march two thousand twenty-two
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three-fold invasion


the future arrived
a few short days ago
leaving scores scurrying
for new answers


at the pentacrest
arsonists & anarchists
met in the open air
bonfire attracting
the moths & the hungry

visitors circled above
in their hovercrafts
reminding anyone looking up
who was in charge

throughout the lands
cities burned & people fled
the guardians declaring
there was no place
to realistically hide

locals were reminded
by the visitors that the
best place to go
was that place called home

but the anarchists & the
arsonists had other ideas
opposite of the guardians’





february two thousand twenty-two
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emergency landing


it fell from the sky & settled at the foot
of a ten foot bronze soldier on horseback


the town square first became deafened
by the sound of a supersonic missile
followed by the ground shaking with the force
of a thousand stampeding elephants

whatever it was crashed but did not burn

the alien craft quickly became disassembled
and whisked away by a team of outsiders
fully decked out in orange hazmat suits
speaking in a language foreign to any local
brave enough to witness the near distant future





january two thousand twenty-two
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the alpha & the omega


it wasn’t skin tight
like it was supposed to be
not sure anymore who it is
that’s been dressing me


I came in on the whiskey-whiskey
a nighttime landing in the bay
not too far off the coast
near the needle in the sky

it’s not like I haven’t been here before
though it seemed like the first time

we lost our captain
halfway through the journey
and kept telling ourselves
she wouldn’t be the first nor the last

it’s a wonder how we walked on water
all the way to pocket beach
leaderless but determined
to make a life there





october two thousand twenty-one
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lights out in the heartland


the grass was covered in ash
a delicate dirty white
easily blown by the wind
waving through the neighborhood
like a thin blanket slightly floating

dogs without leashes herded
themselves through the narrow street
as if instructed to follow some leader

the sirens never went off
and any kind of free or paid service
simultaneously became inoperable

whatever it was that fell from the sky
shaking the earth for maybe sixty seconds
arrived with an incomparable sound
leaving silence in its wake

or had we all become deaf





september two thousand twenty-one
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looking out the third floor window


of course I’ve done this before
adjusting the past like some light
that only wants to flicker

the more you adjust the rearview
the less the picture fails to change
sunsets sounding like analog sirens
serious misdemeanors like grave sins

I’ve been seeing red again
random spots in a field of cotton
perhaps cast by a surveillance drone
sent to uncover the mystery of
crop circles & all things unexplained





september two thousand twenty-one
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in the land of plastic immortals


there was this piece of land
where all the plastic aliens lived
exiled for no apparent crime
other than the color of their skin


they wore red & white or purple & black
or various shades of pink & brown
standing anywhere from three feet short
to ten feet tall
all of them speaking different dialects
of the same language
every single one of them misunderstood

beneath the surface
below all the various shades of plastic colors
there were no vital organs
no hearts to love
no lungs to breathe
no eyes to lock onto
no lips to kiss

without ever procreating
their numbers increased every time
the tide came in
the mortality rate on their piece of land
an absolute zero





september two thousand twenty-one
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outside afghanistan


it’s not explainable
be it fish or fowl
or alien invasion
so many miles
from the shoreline

out on the lake
I saw it unfolding
in slow motion
like a weather event
swiftly moving in

how none of the
witnesses rememberedOUT
a thing is baffling
leaving me on the inside
refusing to look out

from what I hear
I’ve made the short list
but now I’m absent
far removed from the sea
& probably landlocked





september two thousand twenty-one
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alien craft in the woods


I thought it was a dream
how I woke one morning & hiked
through the thirteen acre wood


the smell of some sort of metal
a slight but persistent taste on my tongue
guiding me closer to the crash site

an alien craft took out a ticket of hackberry trees
a quarter of the stern stuck
inside the earth
the bow pointing skyward at a
forty-five degree angle
its silver coating sparkling from
the nine o’clock sun

I took photo after photo on my iphone
attempting but unable to find
a window or door or escape hatch
leading me to believe
there is only one way to get in or out





august two thousand twenty-one
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they did not come from royalty


they did not come from royalty
these aliens
from the darkside
& though they thought
what shores they landed upon
they were dead wrong

they fled for reasons
other than their imaginary fears
bringing with them
advanced technologies
certain to change
the existing landscape

in the beginning
they struggled to survive
but more & more arrived
until their numbers
outnumbered all the natives
& immigrants combined




may two thousand twenty-one
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