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In front of the church the trees fall
when touched,
the 2x4 roots lift the plastic grass
as we run, shrieking.
Loud laughter splits our ears into alien pods
that sprout our duplicates in drones
but the music devil told us to stay.
We need transforming
before the ear wigs control us completely.
We become trapped inside a wall,
where everything wiggles in electric hues.
Talking Tina is possessed with evil practice.
Giant bugs gnash their pincer teeth.
We can read the queen's mind if she gets inside our heads
before she eats them through a straw.
Alien lands consume ordinary people,
dropping acid on the platform of the meek.
Our nightmare is of sharp toothed young ripping breast meat.
They only wish to serve man.
A menace, a menace,
the pierced tongue that slides over oceans
shredding and discarding the unworthy.
Just give me your flesh.
The blue sky melts into amber glass
sliding down into machine land.
The giants crash our towns to terminate man.
Death may enter if we open the door.
We join a wounded policeman
who looks like Robert Redford.
He seems kind but blows death in each breath
so we race to our spaceship,
but it doesn't work,
a devil is ripping out the engine
but the others can't see him.
We run to a museum, where we
have tea with a little whirring man
who awakens just for us.
Lost, we rest forever,
the plastic world spinning far away
as the Earth becomes crusted with
the eviscerated remains
of man.
~
Author notes
Thanks for this contest. It was FUN and I needed that about now.
A contest entry
- Ode To The Twilight Zone by skilter.
775 points, ended November 15, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A kaleidoscope of strange images in this poem. I liked the '2 x 4 roots' of trees in plastic grass, but was most intrigued by the ' little whirring man
who awakens just for us.'
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interesting, i enjoyed the flow here. thank you for adding your write to the contest.
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