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Area 319


Forget about point of no return
this is where it’s happening


With nearly 9000 square miles
there are plenty of spaces to land
be it on urban or rural ground
or anyplace above or below

The invasion was barely recognizable
all citizens going about their business
as if everything was normal
but in reality the world
was undergoing a change
and whether for better or worse
this is where it started





july two thousand twenty-one
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the great commutation


this isn’t happening
we’re all just living inside
a stephen king novel

who needs conspiracies
when you’ve got bats
mating with humans
creating the genesis of a
multi-generational super race
later known to be called
the delta dominant

the vaccinated are like
workers bees
bowing to their queen
promising to keep the world
in working order
while the highest of the higher-ups
strategize & forever change
the end game




june two thousand twenty-one
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objects in mirror are closer than they appear


how will I write traveling
near the speed of light
hazards blinking red
or so command tells me

the autopilot speaks
on different occasions
sort of a play by play
coming through the pipe

I lean back & jot down
a few words about the weather
always lacking here
no wind no rain no snow

personal experience
tells me I become younger
each passing light year
lines on faces diminishing




may two thousand twenty-one
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countdown at daybreak


it was nearing midnight
& this field mouse was winning at
playing hide-and-go-seek


I followed him into the kitchen
where I shrewdly threw
some shredded cheddar cheese
into a time capsule

by doing so I thought
I would win favor with the little chap
whom had told me [in so
many words]
how he enlisted himself to
commandeer my next moon flight




may two thousand twenty-one
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alien volunteer


I was collecting rocks
outside the outer perimeter
humming along ‘californication’
and randomly selecting
which ones go in the satchel
and which ones get booted


I was on a solitary mission
assigned by a power
I imagined existed
and when I returned to base
with only the best samples
I was rewarded handsomely




april two thousand twenty-one
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the real body snatchers


conspiracies run rampant
from county to county
traveling at the speed of fedex
via air or ground

press any button
what will it be this time
panic or easy or nuclear
going up up up
this time all the way to mars

yes it’s the truth
that often gets blocked
from the colorful masses
and those samples stolen
when you were under
are causing more harm than good
in everyone else’s body




january two thousand twenty-one
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alien drug trade


we got in the car
and made a beeline downtown

it was almost december
and it was goddamn cold
the northwest wind
having gone crazy all afternoon

I had the capital
and you had the road map
a big fat beaver moon
illuminating our every move

everyone knew the aliens
had the best microdust
the trick you said
was all in the translation

I’d been underground before
but not in the inner city
and as we continued
to descend further
an inner emotional voice
kept telling me to fear not




november two thousand twenty
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in the end


here we are again flying against the wind
settled safely inside the saucer

we’re going thousands of miles per hour
strapped into our seats like babies

praying we’ll soon arrive at our destination
unharmed from the outside world

where to begin is the universal question
as if the moon & stars were always here

we marvel at the insects & birds & clouds
distractions from accomplishing our mission

where in the end we step out into this world
without bodysuits and without judgment
accepting the miraculous air without fear




june two thousand twenty
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not too far from here


I keep trying to imagine this world
without me
but I get stuck right in the moment
unmoving in a traffic jam
the fixed moon looking down at me
through the sunroof
saying most of this is not real
in the first place

one moment I’m exactly
where I think I am
and the next I’m transported
from inside a little glass tube
crash testing the latest
and greatest innovation
somehow coming out in one piece
on some other side

even when you find yourself isolated
you feel you’re never alone
your right hand guiding
an imaginary zeppelin across
difficult terrain
reporting back to mother
on a higher frequency
this may be the final moment




april two thousand twenty
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unexplained promises


I lost you to the night so many moons ago
metallic ship sailing off into the red sky
escorted by a company of single-winged fighters

your telepathic thoughts immediately
traveled through the dynamically charged lines
sending assuring words of an imminent rescue

how I wanted to believe in such promises
unknowing if it was really you on the other end
or simply a trick of my ever-complicated mind

of course neither you nor the mother ship
ever again broke through the thin atmospheric shield
unchanged and mysteriously crimson to this day




december two thousand nineteen
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reflections in the night


two score after the destruction of civility
a strange peace swept across the planet

it was the year twenty ninety-five
and all major technological advances
of the past 100 years had been laid to rest

I was a mere teenager living off the land
somewhere in africa or asia or america
the exact location dependent upon
the moment my implant became inoperative

instinctively I became one with the sun
the moon and all the stars of the sky
gradually coming to realize I am nothing
but a child of all generations past
born to light a candle each and every night





march two thousand nineteen
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extraterrestrial intelligence


how are we to reconcile recent events
unable to come to terms why we
scratch and crawl and scratch again
expecting to find something brand new
instead uncovering oft told untruths

with shovel in hand it’s easier to go deeper
much further than digging like a dog
but what can there possibly be down below
that we don’t already know

dinosaur bones or diamonds from another world
mass graves from this past century
and the one before
from every century going back until kingdom come

instead of digging we learn to drill with precision
hitting veins of fools gold or liquid gold
eventually discovering wormholes
leading to china or another world altogether
places unfamiliar in a familiar way
leaving us wondering why on earth
we ever felt threatened in the first place




april two thousand eighteen
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test flight take one thousand


horizon gives way to five dimensions
showcasing countless colors
subconscious minds deciphering
all of it effortlessly

spinning like a top along invisible plane
surfboarding spacecraft
reverse course from unknown points
riding atop high rolling waves

aircraft and watercraft once lost
inside triangles
reappear out of future air
joining in on the spectacle
ceremoniously
if not downright paradoxically





january two thousand eighteen
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space tripping to the land of many moons


there are many moons circling
my next destination
or so I’ve been told
by the voice inside my head

it’s like a carnival game down there
grenade launcher in hand
pockmarking the moons
one by one
expecting a prize at the end

there is no dark matter
in this place
yet there are plenty of stars
pulsating beyond the many moons
and when the tide is right
I promise to relay you
postcards from there


may two thousand sixteen
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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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metallic storm


stars are brightest in the desert
and from there you can clearly
see the other worlds

beneath the sand the past lives on
beating shallow breathes and
awaiting the next impact

time travelers land without incident
collecting precious data
left behind by meteorites

full moon pushes old photographs
onto the new shoreline
giving rise to the possibility
that life somehow lived on




june two thousand fourteen
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