Poem-A-Day #306 : Alien

Alien

I want to go to Mars -

They are sending them in - are going to give them the keys to the place
experiments and the building of bubbles to live in

I dream of the bubble housing the smaller bubbles

The small growing things in the shield of man-made ecosystem

Think about the likes on those selfies -

God this is boring - is broken - there is a sense that a hole in the window would send everything in this world into space

It will freeze there

Lose itself in the not-black not-dark

Why don't we have a word for the color of space - the vacuum of our heads

I want to go to Mars -

Put on that suit - drift in the expanse for years - and come out the other side alone
where I would send cryptic emails and video messages

Where I would piss on the dead sand of that planet and make castles from the mud

Mainly -
I don't want to talk to people anymore

And that is the thing that resonates - the internet has left me not wanting to hear or be heard

I long for a rotary phone that only clicks and never receives but that's not true because Candy Crush -

Here is the buoy in the open wilds of imagination - it blinks seven times
is silent -
is even and calm - it only knows what fingers have touched it tell it to know

It beckons -

Poem-A-Day #43 : Drake & Fermi

Drake & Fermi

          There must        
                            be hotline bling          in the universe
                                                     HA
                    And we must be able to quantify that

I see what you did there - and the unanswered call is the one where your mother tells you your father was in an accident and is dead is gone is nevercomingback...
                                                  Let's be clear about the emptiness of space - the drifting tilting tombs of the big bang that can never reflect anything but their nothingness...
                 It's fucking empty

                                                                     The equation of leaving the city
                                 that is the earth
                                                        The math of going out more - meeting new people

                Tell me that SETI doesn't want a friend to call when that accident happens

It all breaks apart if anyone picks up the phone -
                                                            leaves a message or -
                                        emails an out of the office notice
                                                                           Maybe there's a signpost - a sort of neon club sign that is suddenly in view at some as yet unattained step - do we even know the steps - the
                                                                                                                                      m
                                                                                                                                    o        s
                                                                                                                                       v  e

                            Your {The R/The L} feet - they are melting as they near the horizon
                   as they become fodder for the cow of the universe {black hole]

          It's sad to see this           it can only mean one thing
                                                                                                    the crashed car unfolds itself
the station to station of our talking echoes into the heavens
                                                                       somewhere
                                                                                                  the sound of Motorola
                                        and that guy from that commercial asking if you can hear him now -

Source - LIGO Collaboration

Poem-A-Day #18 : Boom

Boom

Here          there be
          aliens

Probing

What is the path of the asteroid
elliptical          ovoid
          the shape of a goat's eye

It lands in the field

          burning          leaving scars
in the forests

It leaves a ball of ice

full of limbs          blood
          melting weapons

full of ammunition

Varicose

Varicose (The Grinning Man) 10/3

Always alone

and then this

tall man this

unreasonably

tall man in a

metallic green

jumpsuit

always on the

other side of

a fence or the

road or outside

a window at

night

He’s grinning

like a nightmare

big and toothy

and like it’s

painted on

and there’s no

nose or ears

and possibly

no hair

Then he’s gone

and it’s still

night or you’re

alone and there

is a space where

this man was

staring back at

you like a hole

being burned

in paper

Slow and steady

you never sleep

without thinking

your eyes

will open

he will be 

above you

Varicose

Varicose (The Grinning Man) 10/3

Always alone
and then this
tall man this
unreasonably
tall man in a
metallic green
jumpsuit
always on the
other side of
a fence or the
road or outside
a window at
night

He’s grinning
like a nightmare
big and toothy
and like it’s
painted on
and there’s no
nose or ears
and possibly
no hair

Then he’s gone
and it’s still
night or you’re
alone and there
is a space where
this man was
staring back at
you like a hole
being burned
in paper

Slow and steady
you never sleep
without thinking
your eyes
will open
he will be
above you