There are certain places and certain moments
when a single word you speak will evaporate
your flesh and reveal what lies beneath.
In the distance everything is magnified, desires that
we cannot reach, immensities, improbabilities.
The mountains of dawn are hidden from me now,
but I will see them again.
On a grassy picnic slope with others
to impress, convince, promote,
a poorly outlined stranger smudged
in confessional black approaches.
We chat and I concede a truth.
I deleted their mortality, quiet executions,
no coffee, no forgiveness,
but now they’re all around me.
You’ve killed nothing, erased no-one,
all are only memories,
orgone powered, their vitality is your vitality.
Yet this stranger is no memory.
He’s real enough, although his words
and lips are slightly out of sync.
Come with me to the Spanish hacienda
where the horses dance in white.
I have a Tesla car, biomagnetic.
When he turns the key in the ignition,
I hear the sound of furious bees,
shake my head, decline his offer.
an alien in high heels
Her antennae emit an eerie glow,
her faceted yellow topaz eyes
are reflecting images of me inverted,
her x-rays silhouette my heart.
We’re aliens alone together, communicating
in a suitable fictional way, but she looks
at her watch whenever I discuss my feelings.
Come with me to the Andromeda Fair.
You’ll be a sensation, the only earthling.
The mother ship’s arriving soon,
an uber shuttle will pick us up.
Should I pack a lunch?