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strangers passing by


there were four of them
marching down the sidewalk
a band of brothers and sisters
as if on a mission from god

it was quitting time and I was
getting into my car as they
were swiftly approaching

to get a closer look
I used my rear view mirror
and then directly outside my window
as they passed by excitedly

they were talking to one another
laughing and smiling and seemingly
unconcerned about privacy

though I somehow understood
every single word they said
their demeanor and inclinations
told me they must be aliens

and before they made it to the corner
their aura pixelated and dissipated
like a mysterious fog quickly lifting





june two thousand nineteen
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river landing


there was dancing down by the river
or so we thought we heard something
streaming on the radio
either that or it was a just a feeling

by the time we reached the river
disco lights and glittery balls
stretched across iridescent banks
ordinary people dancing
like radiant aliens in a trance

past the main dance floor
ushers carry flashlights of sorts
escorting the elderly and tired and mad
the displaced and the misfits
methodically boarding unchartered ferries
destinations undetermined



september two thousand seventeen
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dysphemism


of course the aliens always love to come here
to commingle and make babies
and stop by the coffee shop to catch up on
all the latest goings-on

decades have passed before any radical
changes transpired transparently
subtle reminders that you are a mere
shadow of your former self

but those aliens they are an odd lot
they fit in so seamlessly
quietly stealing souls and trading
them in for a song and a dance



july two thousand seventeen
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How they arrived with clarity and force


Lightning strikes on Miller’s farm
and days later
everything is gone

Are you sure it was natural
everyone seemed to ask
or could it have been an arrow
directed by an angry god

Local preachers try to explain
to congregations of none
exactly what didn’t happen

Meanwhile earth moving machines
continually roll in from far away places



april two thousand seventeen
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the invasion of invisible aliens


standing at the corner of 1st & 3rd
waiting for the light to turn green
fingers tumble down pockets
only to resurface empty-handed

unnoticed by the masses
newly born immigrants jaywalk
these inner city streets
crossing four lanes once occupied
by gas-powered vehicles

I’m told they’re everywhere
but mostly inside your head
emptying out your pockets like
some sort of arcane video game

I used to walk the streets at night
but it became too bright
making me feel like a second class citizen
like a moving target dodging
in and out of alleyways



february two thousand seventeen
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annual transformations


stranger is the night on halloween eve
like a mad scientist creating in the lab
saving face from an alien race

growing wings like a common housefly
aspiring to be an angel for one sad girl
laughing quietly behind closed door

time travelers get lost exploring
mountains or underground tunnels
designed to keep you trapped inside
spherically-shaped revolving objects

nothing to hide and everything to gain
he loses himself beneath her skin
stealing mind and body and soul
invisible wires tied to extremities



october two thousand sixteen
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hitching a ride back home


there is magic in the fields
you can feel it
a sort of cosmic energy
forced upon the earth from
unknown galaxies

far away from city lights
alien forces
settle in peaceful places
careful not to disturb
the natural order of things

I didn’t choose to be cast
away from perfection
but I’m thankful to be back
after traveling ninety trillion
and one hundred miles


june two thousand sixteen
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alien relocation


the engines shut down and the glider
sailed silently below the clouds
discovering neither sun nor moon

careening stealthily over rocky land
she forged into the forgotten bay
low beams highlighting misty air

blending in like alien decoys
her belly rocked on comforting tides
expecting the mothership none too soon


may two thousand sixteen
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superhighway


aliens loved to return here
to feast on information
but mainly to experience
poetic life in the fast lane


april two thousand sixteen
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coming out of ground


inside old boxes embers glow
building roses out of ashes
and lightning strikes

crashing cymbals introduce
a new species of climbers
busily hurrying to reach the sky
zeroing in on unknown territory

you wish to go with them
but as a mere mortal
all you can do is wave
and blow kisses
praying and hoping
they’ll find their way home



september two thousand fifteen
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children of the stars


children played in the sand
building empires bound to fail
if not by the morning rain
then by a bloated gibbous
sinking into the sea

they boarded a starship
and set sail into the unknown
praying to their gods
for divine guidance
during years of hardship

starting anew in an alien world
they gravitate back
where sand meets the sea
where sweet memories linger
in unfamiliar air
their curious children learning
to build their own castles



june two thousand fifteen
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a higher frequency


the chatter is always there
two voices going on incessantly
speaking in an unknown language
allegedly having a good time

I understand there are others
but I only hear the two
at times they used to go away for
days or weeks or months
even sometimes indefinitely

I used to think they were my conscience
long before knowing what that is
used to think maybe one day
they would bring me into the fold

those indefinite days long gone
I find it disturbing how I used to
pray for their return
but now I mostly curse at them
and whatever world they came from



may two thousand fifteen
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there’s no place to call home


there’s no going back they said
speaking omnisciently from
their holier than thou prophecies

their interstellar ambitions
went far beyond
conceptual matter
went far beyond anything
this side of the sun

space travel is like a slingshot
they explained in ancient
texts blown to pieces and
heat-seeking exoplanets
like some uncensored comet

like aliens trapped in human bodies
they continually pray for change
on so many different levels


october two thousand fourteen
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the enemy within


solar winds introduce new
life into the galaxy
hurtling subatomic creatures on
out-of-control rocks
racing to find a place to crash

lucky enough to penetrate
outer atmospheres
they breakup and collaborate
as golfball-sized hail
strategically hitting safe houses

once accepted within they evolve
one thousand years
learning the culture and waiting
patiently to take over
a planet destined to be theirs


june two thousand fourteen
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intelligent species


you started out as an idea
and developed beyond creation

abandoning the seed
you thrived in and out of water
sailing beyond mountains and
conquering various realities

you are a like a tumultuous
space rock hell-bent on
reckless behavior and aspiring
to start whole new worlds

you started out as an idea
and evolved into yet another
intelligent species


april two thousand fourteen
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take the money and run


they told me to take the hush money
said they wanted me to forget
all about the aliens
I met at the tropicana

aliens I repeated
I thought they were mexicans
disguised as cubans
dropping into vegas
by way of area fifty-one

it’s a bundle they said
go ahead and count it if you like
but there’s fifty grand there

immediately I imagined
I’d never see them aliens again
then wondered
if the money was any good


november two thousand thirteen
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all aboard


lights are everywhere like an
electric parade up and down
streets without ends

alien onlookers are amazed
with colors and sounds
this virtual airstrip provides
capable of calling forth
anything attracted to the lights

systematically tagged
the subjects board
kaleidoscope spaceships
buckling in and holding their breath
until reaching their final destination


october two thousand thirteen
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when stars die


billions of stars
drawing a map
across time

adrift in an
endless quest for
intelligent life

setting suns
give birth
to new moons

new life spawns
deep inside
planetary waters



august two thousand thirteen
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high road


they closed the high road
for reformation
or so says the orange sign
attached to the electric fence
blocking the entrance
to the mountain road

it’s no wonder the locals say
the entire system
has suffered from misuse by
political scientists
and secret police
for some hundred years

once the lights sail past
the stratosphere
the high road will reopen
and pilgrims camping
at the base will resume
their arduous journey


april two thousand thirteen
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water landing


the flight across endless waves
remains forever lost
the passengers abandoning time
in a downward spiral
their minds suspended
in horrifically incoherent thoughts
as an oceanic escape hatch welcomes
their translucent deliverance
into an alien world


march two thousand thirteen
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rocket science


i keep wondering about the
rover on the planet mars
and the guy with the joystick
guiding it around during
daylight hours
telling it where to dig
and using tools at his disposal
to turn a rock over on its side

imagine the look on his
face when he uncovers
the false side of a mountain
exposing a sophisticated
learning ground
where time-tested
ancient mariners develop
tomorrow’s space travelers




february two thousand thirteen
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sound barrier


the room trembled with silence
as i sat alone on the high chair
punching keys and the space bar
with fingers and thumbs

moments earlier the silence
was interrupted with the clip clip clipping
of the fingernail clipper
and i remember thinking
what a masterful invention it was
as i purposely cut the left hand nails
much shorter than the right

the room’s silence grew louder
with terrible thoughts racing out of my mind
ricocheting off the walls and ceiling and floor
before returning to my fingers
and magically appearing on the plasma screen

i remember thinking it was such an awful silence
as tears of joy swelled in my eyes
my fingers racing millions of miles per millisecond
traveling beyond space and time
before crashing beautifully
into this alien creation



october two thousand twelve
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the flood


and the water fell
pounded upon the earth
relentlessly cleansing
the planet for centuries
forcing god’s children
to reinvent themselves
yet another time



october two thousand twelve
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crop circle


papa made it clear
he wanted his bones
buried out in the field
using the same
crop circle pattern
the aliens created
back in the summer
of nineteen ninety-two




august two thousand twelve
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unreal television


the spider hunters believed
in making their mark
whether filmed in the amazon
or the cape of good hope

a long line of survivalists
funded their work
forsaking a return on investment
for some awesome video

the viewers became hooked
as the camouflaged pair
set traps sponsored by
some weed killer company

they reinvented themselves
season after season
adapting to new appendages
with built in silk ejectors

with ratings off the charts
they rolled the dice
promising the unheard of
to hold your attention

their evolution took a leap
episode one year eight
as a confused world watched
the birth of a new species



august two thousand twelve
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dig


this underground railroad
runs hundreds of miles
beneath streets
built upon streets
five or six deep

it spirals deeper
into the earth
like a long and winding
corkscrew

when the excavators
reached the end
of the track
they became trapped
into a civilization
that has no end



july two thousand twelve
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alien


we dove into the waters
and found a way
to not only survive
but live
without the usual oxygen
we once took for granted

 

january two thousand twelve
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