Unidentified Flying Object Abducted Yours Truly,
Unidentified flying object abducted yours truly,...
a willing experimental subject
to escape untenable married life.
Upon falling into a deep slumber,
the following subconscious
somnambulant scenario arose
allowing, enabling, and providing
temporary alleviation from
outa harried married state.
Out of a tendency to be impetuous,
and oblivious to danger,
I voluntarily let myself get abducted
by this gruesome green
Geico looking alien ghoul.
Any resemblance between the following
piece meal description being kidnapped
by an alien (from another
condemn nation in the cosmos),
and married life purely coincidental.
Although pitch-black that hot summer
July night 20xx, an ominous
ghastly shape could lumbered
near the skeletal partially built addition
at Lower Merion High School.
This phantasmagorical amorphous,
diaphanous, illustrious, portentous...
entity hovered outside
the phosphorescent flying saucer.
I stood stock still as my cold breath
created miniature clouds that formed
a gauzy window,
thru which opaque
ether real movements detected.
Eight tentacles sporting
2,240 suction cups
used to grip, taste, and smell
(similar to Octopus teacher
viewed courtesy NetFlix)
shredded this faux misty shroud
and quickly, yet gently grabbed me.
I found myself on-board
a battle gray extra-terrestrial object.
Fate delivered me into the "hands"
of what appeared the most surreal setting
created by ingenious
computer graphics technicians.
Nanny boo boo
uttered the creature from black abyss.
Since what sounded like
outer space gibberish
as a second language not an elective
when I attended Methacton High School
nearly two and a half score years ago
(nor colleges for that matter),
an automatic reflex took over.
I offered a gap toothed
(i.e. Alfred E. Neuman -
what me worry) wry smile.
An immediate interest arose
from these outliers at the ultra thin
metallic post sticking atop me noggin.
As a human robot electronic signals broadcast
and received courtesy said antenna.
Nevertheless, a crazy idea occurred.
Maybe these foreigners
from another galaxy could secure
long overdue permanent implanted teeth
(in place of these ill fitting dentures)
and extricate me out volatile pledged troth
without charging an arm or leg.
Ha!
Non-verbal communication
resorted to as a necessary expedient
to establish comprehension
and self preservation.
Additionally, the notion
to avoid any action interpreted
as hostile best be applied
even at the expense
of forsaking being whisked away
countless light-years
from 1148 Greentree Lane,
Narberth, Pennsylvania.
Psychiatric medications re:
(GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2MG,
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50MG,
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG,
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG,
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 5 MG,
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG,
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG,
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG,
and AMITIZA 24 MCG -
prescription laxative)
prescribed by Doctor David Lee Wrought)
most definitely eased anxiety
per dread locked terror
that loomed large
within my quite active imagination.
I willingly made clear
(using all manner of gesticulations)
to surrender myself,
which idea triggered
a flicker of excitement.
Wow!
This bizarre situation could offer
this golden opportunity
to escape the tragedies
of terrestrial existence
and perhaps link up
with another weird organic life form
human or otherwise.
Once this electric like surge
coursed thru each fiber,
I brazenly approached
the other-worldly specimens
guarding their shimmering craft,
which appeared to hover just barely
above the perimeter slated
to be another state of the art
wing of this campus.
I hemmed and hawed
with tentative steps
before nonchalantly scaling
the hydraulically propelled ladder.
At once, an immediate whoosh took place.
After these myopic eyes
adjusted to the scene,
I observed an identical earth like landscape
and heard what sounded
like the most melodious chimes.
Actually, that globe happened
to be dear third rock from the sun
as viewed from the nearest window.
Upon setting foot into the structure,
an automatic accelerator
jettisoned this motley crue at warp speed.
Within my mind, I thought
what to do to pass the time???
Instantaneous sans any desire
promulgated that very wish.
Ah!
Perchance, these ethereal creatures
(large and small)
conveyed messages telepathically?
I put this hypothesis to a rudimentary
electric kool aid acid test.
Within my mind, I silently uttered
Matthew Scott Harris.
An instant reply came back - in my head.
Every one of these wraith-like
cosmic nomads understood
wordless wireless whims,
thus believing yours truly
(me self) to believe said species
reduced signals to digital bits
and/or hallowed weaned bytes.
Upon waking up,
I realized the aforementioned a dream
merrily rowing me thru illusory time stream.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2022
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