they’ve been at it
since the beginning of time
ancient aliens
looking forward & never back
advanced tunnelers
& experts in their field
bridging galaxies & multiverses
by way of black holes
the lights on their antennae
leading the way
july two thousand twenty-three
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after days of all night rains
black ants finally infiltrated the kitchen
weeks of planning coming to fruition
once the perfect storms rolled in
their triumphant march
short-lived in and around canisters
filled with flour and sugar
and assortment of teas
their massacre eventually swift
long to be remembered by those
repulsed of their presence
having neither program nor policy
on how to deal with their sudden arrival
and disturbing disappearance
june two thousand eighteen
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inside the ant farm fat-bottomed
shoppers coast on motorized carts
clogging the produce section and
regurgitating freshly stocked veggies
an accident in bakery sends signals
to emergency crews who remove
themselves from feeding the powerless
to harvesting the tiniest of crumbs
cleanup on aisle nine sends her majesty
screaming to her many abigails who
busily stitch her tattered wings
in hopes of swarming another day
december two thousand thirteen
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wounded ant repairs himself
sends himself back into the fray
where he nary has time for loose chit-chat
nor counterproductive influences
there is no home sweet home
just a constant moving forward
last twenty-four hours exposing a dying light
in an ever-changing horizon
punching holes through earth
and wood often lead to nowhere
but when consumed by a billion megabytes
may uncover lasting paradise
december two thousand thirteen
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