Saturday, December 5, 2009

Poem for Saturday, December 5, 2009


The Fourth Kind

Rum and coke snuck in a movie theater
went down our throats during the
previews, warmed us up.
Watched a film about alien abductions

in Alaska; they always struck at
3 AM. Barn owls glared down at the
insomniacs and flew in through
their windows. It was a

hoot. Still cold, I sought the opportunity
to be abducted and explain myself
and humankind to my new ET friends.
But why would they

spare me?

2 comments:

  1. good idea. it's always cold in movie theaters.
    did you get the email from spitzer about the corpse launch party? it's on my birthday. :)

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  2. a. ah, well. you're invited to the party, since you were on the editorial staff.

    b. i was at work. and i'll be working on school all night and possibly week. but we need to play some chess.

    c. i have to actually modify the html in the post and use non-breaking space codes to indent. it took forever.

    d. i was sober as a canary.

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