Alien Agenda
When they look at you
like you’re an alien,
smile.
When they look at you
like you’re an alien,
don’t raise you antenna
and disappear.
When they look at you
like you’re an alien,
don’t make a break
for your flying saucer
even when being pursued
by an ugly torch-bearing mob.
When they look at you
like you’re an alien,
don’t forget
they may be the aliens.
When they look at you
like you’re an alien,
tell them your birth
certificate’s posted
on-line.
When they look at you
like you’re an alien,
tell ‘em your phaser’s
not set
on stun.
When they look at you
like you’re an alien
invite them to your planet.
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Incubator
I vomited the creature---
It swam in the toilet bowl.
I tried to flush the abomination,
but it refused to be sucked down the hole.
Tentacles, sprouting at will.
Dozens of rubbery arms whipping wildly,
water exploding,
because of this creature who had defiled me.
I jerked the bathroom door shut,
heard that thing thud on tile,
tenacious tentacles lashing out,
throat filling with bile.
And then my stomach cramped again.
Forced into puking,
I threw this new one into the microwave,
and gave it a good nuking.
Body and tentacles,
sizzling like bacon,
thought it was dead,
but was mistaken.
Opened the microwave door.
As I did, I prayed,
but found myself attacked
by mouths like razor blades.
Then began feeling more cramps.
This time two creatures
forced their way out.
I was weak, throat burning.
unable to shout.
Lay down on my side
on cold dead tile,
an army slithering from my mouth.
Vile!
Thousands of stinging cuts.
I wanted to scream,
I wanted to believe,
this was nothing but a monstrous dream.
When I woke,
I felt squirming inside me,
they had laid their babies,
Survival would be denied me.
They were growing,
being nourished,
I was the living, breathing, incubator,
and these monsters would flourish.
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