Alien Abductions

I - Foreign Travel

I’m glad to know you’re here

Yet I can’t tell where here is

This cruise ship is so huge, so ultra-modern

Yet the circular shape feels odd

The lack of windows

No dining room

Not that I’m complaining

The pills we receive are fabulous

One gulp and I’m full

I never go to the john anymore

Not that I’ve seen one.

I do get lost sometimes, and

I can’t remember when we left

Are we out to sea days or months?

It’s still great fun

Such fine art everywhere, those brilliant silver cityscapes

Spiraling beneath two suns

Still there are moments my tummy aches

Just under those oval scars, can’t think when I got them

Yet your presence means the world to me

Another Brooklynite! All the way out here

And you know so much about me

More than I know myself

I love the way you speak

Hearing your words without moving your lips;

Another sign of our closeness

The staff couldn’t be nicer

They never talk either but

I completely understand them

I’m grateful yet they refuse my tips

Just like Mar-a-Lago

I guess I should be bored but I’m not

The black dreams are troublesome

But your explanations calm me

Now you tell me we’re going to stop.

I’d love to sightsee, I would

But in the rush I didn’t bring my passport

And I do want to go home

Someone I know needs me there, I think

For the long voyage back

Do you think they’ll take my credit card?

II - Close Encounter Corrections

We never vivisect

Only dissect

Have not pulled people off-planet for generations

Our ships no longer saucers

Our transdimensional deployments undetectable

Our purposes not military

But simple science

We research evolutionary error

A splendid pastime for

Excess labor and young delinquents

We try to stop their experiments

On your instruments and favored media

Their actions defy our prime directive

Only link to intelligent species

Your protests can be sent to Planetary Headquarters

But you’ll have to find it

III – The Watchers

You don’t know us

We should know you

Have had you in view

Before you got new

Found you through your flying watchers

Your dreams finer than your finest arts:

War and reproduction

Surplus and seduction

We read your dreams to trim our pasts

Only memory can last

Nothing hides in everything

Your conflicts visual repasts

Red blood white sand black bones

Hearts stuffed with stones

Hatred an erotic fantasy

Stunned by ecstasy

Your theologies on inspection

Immaculate conceptions

Towers for gods blooming with youth

Observing eyes uncouth

The weight of your fears

Tips our backs to the ground

Our thoughts come unwound

Reality did not expect us

Neither do you

You reach for stars

Look high and can’t see

What you are and will be

Do not trust the saucer folk

We will protect you from them

Not you from yourselves