Late Friday coffee.
It’s time for me to go.
Haven’t you seen the news?
The Venusians are invading.
They’ve been studying us for years,
collecting all our confidential thoughts.
Their conquest of the earth is under way,
with their gaudy starlit tentacles,
their stellarators and imitation science.
You’d be safer here with me.
Alright then, tell me more.
The Twitter version please.
Beyond their skin, they’re just like us,
cloaked in optical illusion and stroboscopic light.
But underneath, they’re galaxies in glass,
spiral arms and silver watercolors,
diamond flames from time’s beginning.
I’ve seen them gliding down the highways
in Toyota Starlets, two-tone, blue and grey,
and they’re occupying mountain tops and Starbucks,
planning global terraforms and media hallucinants—
two hundred football channels,
Huxley one, Orwell zero.
Although I’d made my point in several tweets,
Estrelinha was unimpressed.
On the streets outside, random wild behavior
is well within a Friday evening’s standard deviation.
There’s no sign of an invasion.
The astute are watching Netflix
in secure basements,
silicone sealed against Venusians.
I’ve done a bit myself.
You and I were never miscible:
balsamic vinegar and oil.
A garden salad, a blueberry muffin,
another coffee perhaps?
All the famous antelopes and ants are on TV,
but I am here.
My life is waiting beyond your gravity well.
I’ve made measurements in vacuo,
dropped a bottle and a feather:
the bottle floated through the window,
the feather weighed upon my thoughts.
Streets and streetlamps, starfish in the square,
silent letters and raucous seagulls.
Do they serve a purpose?
What’s the use of poetry and pot plants?
Of crystal beaches, Beowulf in winter socks, the blue electric?
When I’m with you, I wonder.
Every time you open your mouth,
reality books an Uber.
We’re only real when we’re
Here’s what the wood ducks have lined up for the coming issue: there won’t be a table of contents or a table or contents, a cover story or a cover or a story, and as a temporary cost-cutting measure, I’ll be accosting strangers in the street and warning them about Venusians.
Stellarators are magnetically confined fusion devices
shameless plagiarism of Shocking Blue, Venus.
Twitter, Toyota Starlet, Starbucks, Netflix, Uber are trademarks of their respective companies. Probably.
upon my thoughts (detail above) this visualization was generated from six minutes of EEG (more info with artwork)