Eleven Lunas

When things don't work you can always write.
When things don't work out for me
I can always Write

Write the letter in your heart
In the loin of
the sky
In your
Mind
And
Your soul

Sleep apparatus only
existed in the womb

Awaken from the
Sleep
You're in
Who?
Me (?)

I awake and stand upside down on
My head to pour the
Dream outta my
Ears and
Orifices
Of sanctuary

I check my
Antibiotic phone
And refresh its
Cycles



Why do I sit in the shade even
When the sun persists
Down pours mists
Of bliss
From the O holy moons of
Lunar Eleven

Has the sun spoken
To God?
Has it whispered
Thoughts
And conjured
These ubiquitous
Moons
That orbit
At our decaying
Globe
And
Flipped it upside down
To refresh
Its cycles

•••••O••••••

The moons are out with
The sun
The sun whispers
To us now
Is the sun God(?)

Or are these moons
The replies from
The ghost
Of the galaxy?

*

Quite cold
It gas gotten in
California
With the
Earth upside down


**Antarctic flora now a desert, ha.
The floods from the
Melting ice caps
Flooded most of everything.
The universe is trying
To kill us
And everything is really
S****y right now
Basically


12-21-22




*





There is someone outside raking
on my concrete and I am trying to sleep and I get up and go outside and find a figure of something devoid of any humanoid characteristics dragging and mutilating my neighbor LAPD girlfriend Sally Fields (no relation to the queef Sally Fields) who just five hours ago I wished her dead for irrelevant reasons (its because I hated her).

. Then the polar predator disappears into the polar mist.

At once with no hesitation I run back into the house and pass my clock: 7:11, and I go into the closet for the rifle from the 20th century (pssh) and pathetically load the gun in a panic, practically pissing my pants in the painful polar proximity paragraphed between me and the predator.

There is sound of frenzy outside in the biting cold; a melodious clashing, a chorus of terrible hilarious flesh tearing of Sally Fields stupid limbs from this alien creature, who Im starting to believe is from one those eleven moons in the purple sky.


*A dream I had this morning:
The sun decides to consume the planets one by one and everyone on earth watches the magnificent explosions in the sky from Mercury, and then Venus, and then--

**It made me think of how weird it is that at any possible moment in the oncoming wave of time called the future the Sun could just swallow us instantly and then all of our pain and sorrow and effort and laughs would be for nothing.



The front door is banged on audible enough to impregnate a deaf woman. It startles me and I drop the box of bullets on the floor and the death pills spill out on the air-conditioned floor. The door kicks open, rips off its hinges and there stands the alien thing in a dim silouhette.

I run into the office room, where my ancient typewriter from the 20th century sits. I run and take cover behind the desk, pushing the chair outta the way and catching sight of the last thing I typed on it:

And everything is really
S****y right now
Basically


12-21-22


I have to laugh because I know its going to be my last. .

The thing comes in the room, I raise the gun about to open fire when the alien raises his hands and says, "Whoa hey man, calm the f**k down, I was just going to tell you that your girlfriend ran over my wife earlier, and Im pretty sure it was on purpose. I went to her house to say thanks, and she tried to have sex with me, so I ate her. But I just wanted to come by and say thanks."

I lower the gun, realize that theres s**t in my pants, and say, "No, thank you."

Author's Note

LU-11

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Here is what I liked and spilled my water when I laughed. You have a skill that Richard Pryor had, a sort of Twain philosophy. I bet this would be great on stage, better than a bong rip.

[Brooklyn]

Like the way this is set up!

[Chadvonswan]

Hahah I bet you DONT. yeah haha thanks tho!!!!!

[ZackOfBridge]

This sounds like a vision of the near future. Also, what in the hell did I just read? (;