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summer of twenty twenty-nine


if it was a sunflare
it couldn’t have possibly
reached the ground

but that is what they
would have you believe

anything requiring energy
simply isn’t working
not even battery
powered flashlights

cash is king
and there’s been a run
on candles & matches
and brown paper bags

the girls on the corner
are making a killing
selling shots of lemonade





january two thousand twenty-two
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radio signal


hash brownies or under glass
one getting you focused
sooner than later

it was an unusual night
radio waves not quite
behaving like they should

an interstellar oddity
traveling nearly a lifetime
breaks through your exosphere

there it is there it is
you shout in excitement
handing over the telescope

outside it’s a beautiful dawn
hands upraised & open
welcoming the next chapter





january 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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collage interpretation


they’ve been in isolation
going on three years now
making money by assembling
kaleidoscopes
at the kitchen table

the youngest is getting smarter
day by day
and the cat has become
like a carrier pigeon
taking out the trash
and bringing back news from
the outside

it’s a kind of reality
the world is getting used to
clouds transmitting signals
via air or radio or millimeter waves
occasionally changing up the frequencies
giving life to handmade
kaleidoscopes
secretly being launched into
outer space





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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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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