"my thoughts are
aliens"
communicated
on
parallel
levels
of
existence,
maintaining
lives
extracted
from
ozone
a planet
and
a particle
at
a time
formulating
new
worlds like
interplanetary
subway cars
derailing
in
a tunnel of
black holes
inside
passengers
accept
transfer tickets
for,
rushing head
on
enclosing
indecipherable
messages,
surrendered
before they
can
leave the
lips
Another Man Who Fell to
Earth
He looked
like
The Man Who
Fell
to Earth but
I
couldn't tell
if
it was before
or
after the
contacts,
concealing his
alien
eyes had been
removed,
because of his
wrap
around shades,
sd.,
"I have
transmitters
in my teeth that
relay
messages from
outer
space." Sat
smiling
as if I should
be
impressed so I
sd.,
"Canines, incisors or
molars?"
"All three." He
said,
barely missing a
beat,
though I sensed
a
distinct lessening
in
his perceived command
of the situation he
was
attempting to
create
so I sd., "Let me
know
when you get one
tuned
in for Uranus. I'd
really
like to hear about
that
one.""Very
funny."
he replied, not meaning
it.
"Let me guess, "I
sd.,
"You wear dark
glasses
inside at night so no
one
can see the cameras
behind
you eyes."
"Very perceptive, any
other
observations or
comments?"
"Yeah, there were a
couple
of your guys in here
last
week. Maybe you should
hook up and trade
pointers
or, at least, get your
stories straight."
"You're a real know it
all,
aren't you?""Yeah, you
broke
my cover, I do work for
the
thought police and
what
you're thinking now
could
get you life without
parole
on a desert planet like
ours."
My Favorite
Martian
must have been his role
model
for haberdashery, although
finding
a way to make the rear of
the head
antenna stay put had
clearly
eluded
him.
Both retractable side
receptors lay
flat against his hat when
not in use,
held fast by duct tape,
earphones
for better, easy listening,
molded
into place behind each ear
with magic
tape and reception
improvement
provided by opened spread
thin,
doublemint spearmint gum
wrappers
crazy glued together and
fastened by
diaper pins to his hat for
extra security.
Must have been the perfect
stepping out
fashion statement, morning
wear for a new
wave of benign alien
invaders judging by
his blank, beatific smile
and the way
no one seemed to notice or
to care.
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