The Pilgrims came in waves. Were these the same three ships I saw on Christmas Day in the morning? I know how you do the who do that you do when you do… Really, you make me want to ________. No. You don’t. But that’s okay. ‘Cause I did my best. And my best wasn’t good enough. Sometimes its feels like we’re islands in the stream. But we rely on each other. Am I right? Right-right, bloody-well right. I want to be just another brick in the wall as long as that wall stands between u.s. and Mexico. This is cheeseburgers-in-paradise-next-level shit right here. Right now. There is no other place I’d rather be. I’d offer to make a little birdhouse in your soul, but I know you’d think it just another dirty deed done dirt cheap. It’s true, you don’t bring me flowers anymore, which is pretty much why I dubbed thee unforgiven. 9-1-1 may not be a joke in your town, but you’ve still got to get up and get-get down every day. Alas, we could have rediscovered the wonders of nature rolling in the rushes had not the river dried up last season leaving my empire of dirt. As they sing every time it’s re-aired: So long. Farewell. Auf wiedersehen. Good night.
JT Conway, Payload Commander, saluted me formally just prior to severing the tether that had anchored me to the space station. It starts as a drifting away but soon I’ll be herdling through– Wait. Herdling? That’s not right. Soon I’ll be hurdling through space. Shit. That would be like slow motion leaps over a series of small meteors coming at me. I’m like an interstellar track star. But the oxygen in my suit is malfunctioning. I’m struggling for air. A darkening vignette creeps in from the edges of my vision. The next meteor is there already. I’ve misjudged it. My front foot clears it by a few centimeters. My back foot catches and I begin to cartwheel. An already meaningless down switching places with up as starlight specks blur into celestial arcs. Rate of rotation increasing. A moment before I black out I think: Now. Now I am hurtling.
He was not really as rich as he pretended, and many of the artifacts about the living room were fakes. Each time he offered fruit to a visitor he took a calculated risk. …Someday, he thought, and not too far off, the fruit in the bowl would be real.
– Philip K. Dick, “The Unreconstructed M”
by the proximity and
quantity of strangers;
back by unwelcoming
pupils, bouncing off
in skins that don’t
hug, shake hands,
not lives of quiet
grazing in parallel
spiritual past chores
Near catastrophe looks a lot like the everyday. Were we privy to the infinite close-calls and lethal near-misses we might be paralyzed by fear. And so it was not until 2042 that we Earthlings discovered just how close we came to invasion. One that would have enslaved us to a most ruthless overseer. In hindsight, we can chuckle at our good fortune. While the larger data transmission is still being translated and analyzed, a couple recently deciphered work papers of reconnaissance agent WWK-2r shed some light…
[WWK-2r FIELD REPORT ^*… EARTH YEAR 2013…
All local leaders identified. Moderate mammalian intelligence levels. Substandard technologies and defenses. Previous recommendation to initiate planetary colonization rescinded. Hold orbit 5 rotations. Further study of alpha class species required.]
[WWK-2r FIELD REPORT ^’… EARTH YEAR 2013…
Previous hierarchy assessment modified: Bipedal species appears to be second in command. Subservient to class of beings made of metal and glass. Alpha beings use bipeds for transport, power supply, and breeding. Control maintained through simple system of light flashes and tonal variations. Denuded bipeds in rock biomes stop in mid action to pet, talk to, or power alphas. Massive resources directed to alpha breeding and custom fit electrical grid maintained for life of alphas. Alphas vary slightly in size. Rectilinear outline with scant depth. Appear to have no appendages. Bipeds serve as pack mules. Majority of bipedal wake cycle devoted to flat alphas. Symbiotic relationship unknown.]
Scientists at the International Googlex Labs report that held-orbit resulted in a meteor impact of commensurate size and destruction wiping out what many believe to be the only class A PKD-Recon ship ever to appear in our galaxy. Field reports were logged in ship’s data fields but transmission to the central unit never breached beyond our solar system as far as current diagnostics reveal.
like naming chemical
Elusive. Foreign. A grid
placed over organic
Life’s building blocks
I screaming sonnets
Ionic covalence joined
by pentametrical substructures.
supporting a comma’s weight.
of an eternal void.