Wispy clouds pass like dreams
over cornfields near the shoulder
of a highway where I stand.
I have many homes, but here
in Sigourney I’m staying for the week
to control traffic in the countryside.
The farms that lie along the road
each have a story to tell,
and each day I talk to the clerk
at the hotel and show her a poem.
The clerk says she’s getting
another job at a nursing home,
and we’re drawn together
when we say we’ve both known
people who had dementia and died.
I tell her on a clear day
I can look to the south
and see the place
where the spread of fields
touches the sky.
This day, the skies grow heavy
when draped by dark clouds
and a linesman says
a storm is on the way
and I think of how fast
life can change in a matter
of hours,
but we continue to work
under a patter of rain
and later hear a tornado
formed south of us
and tore through
the north part of Missouri,
we’re saved.
After work I savor
conversations with the clerk
and the waitress in a diner
who says she’s married
and living on a farm,
the friendships I needed
while working on the road.
Categories:
sigourney, adventure, friendship, metaphor, travel,
Form: Narrative
(dons the Sigourney Weaver mask)
Houston, we have a problem
She's breaking up! I can't hold altitude!
Stop opening the pod bay doors, Hal.
I can’t
It decided our fate in a microsecond...
We’re not going to make it, are we?
That’s no moon… it’s a space station
Luke, I am your faaaaaaaather
Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker…
Revenge is best served up cold in spaaaaaace
They’re like locusts… moving from planet to planet
Nuke ‘em. Let’s nuke the bastards.
We will not go quietly into the night…
Powering down
Sleep, the final frontier
Take us home, Number One
Categories:
sigourney, sleep,
Form: Narrative
ask Sigourney Weaver
a creature born to devour
it sucks your blood into its liver
whilst malaria it delivers
you may develop a high fever
the end may make you quiver
with a mouth like a surgical needle
you’ll feel a slight itch thereafter a pimple
scratch until your skin turns purple
she’s a very nimble female
in a sec gone with the wind
another host to find, a nest to build
a parasitical mother
your blood will nurture
a mosquito, a real life vampire
your blood will father
an alien nation
bred for Man's annihilation
Categories:
sigourney, insect, science fiction,
Form: Rhyme