
SIEGE


DISAPPEAR
good
better
best
suddenly superlatives
don’t carry
the weight
they used to
I wonder how I,
if I happened to be an
advanced, super-intelligent species
would infiltrate
(have infiltrated)
this sea, water planet
in order to control it
in order to relegate the existing
top dogs
keep then constrained
and monitored
so smartly and with
such sophistication
they do not know
that I am here
running the show, keeping them
so much
none the wiser
good better best
happy happier a whole long list springs to mind
of words to help disappear
HUMONGOUS
human look
humongous
through
alien eyes
(forget any
cosmic romance
with sweet tentacled
creature)
the bodies we
born with
not
for light-
speed optimized
what spring and
bounce born with
gravity level-best to
be levelling
so here we be stuck
all can do
is wave as they pass
us
any cosmic, astral travellers
then
best write it off, crazy
to believe
when everything in
our Universe premised
on
plausible denial


MORPHOLOGY OF MARTIAN
let us
invent
an ancient language, lost
for millennia
call it “Martian”
let us
construct a grammar
divine a morphology
a language that will
refuse to lend itself to
the trite
and the trivial
bend its form and structure
in the service of evil
like all the languages do
on the planet right now
giving propagandists their
dark joy
in the fabrication of oppositions
construction
of hierarchies
building of pyramids and towers
to mask
diabolical schemes
no let our language
dispense with all gatekeepers
show itself truly generative,
supremely transformational
in its very acts of creation
turning to the galaxy
to glean
from every language,
every spoken
written tongue
downtrodden
and suppressed


MANDATE
we combed
the galaxy
looking for protein
searching for
wonderful, strange, intelligent,
civilized moral beings
scoured the cosmos
every chink
and crevice
beings that
as is
our mandate
we might colonize
eat
and kill

JUNGLE GYM
I ate my jungle oats
you are your jungle oats
you ate my jungle oats
I ate your jungle oats
we ate our own and
each other’s jungle oats
not at the watering hole
but in bed together
you telling me that aliens
came to this planet Janet
tens of thousands of
years ago
as is recorded on
scroll and parchment
to build the pyramids
and screw
our woman
the former with sonic resonance
and photon matter creation
technology
maybe, safe to say,
pretty much
the latter too
and you trying to tell
me that
Noah’s Ark was actually
a saucer-shaped vehicle
(like alien craft on the cover
of an
Amazing Stories 50s Sci-Fi
magazine)
nothing more lewd or leering
than one of those aliens
desperate for
the feeling of humanoid
tits and shit
and me making all sorts
of irreverent and disgusting
sexual puns
during the entirety of
her discourse
obviously not the kind of
civilized fore and interplay
that would lead
with neat evolutionary
procreative logic
to our own little
trans-linguistic
conjugation
and most
intimate and
nearest thing
to
cosmic encounter of
way more
than three-dimensional kind




PECULIAR
I am human being
a peculiar species of alien
my value
as creature, as individual
varies
between tuppence for
basic bagful of
chemical contituents
and millions for
anyone unlawfully
injuring
or slandering me
and here I am
steeped in the species wisdom
of a few
thousand years
willing to share
before you summon
the strength
to
sweep my off
your doorstep,
stick me
in a
hold with cargo
on the backseat
of a plane
thanking me for my visit
that I
peculiar as it all
now sounds
do
not return again.