Anticlimactic Extinction

The iron asteroid hurtles past
Space dust — dark energy
Not the wind whistling sand storms,
Tidal wave anti — cyclones or
Harmless sun showers prevent
A near — miss tail spin
Where nothing can be done.
Superficial regolith and meteors
Disintergrate rock and pock — marks
Lightning scars part the urban clouds like seas
Where acid rains peel back
The layers of my molecules to dust

I can almost snap my fingers
To create a sound wave. My soul
Stratosphere churns watching you
Leave — plumes, fireworks park
Altered realities into multiple dimensions and
Wag their jagged fingers beaming us up
Like Scotty in the blink on an eye.
Flashes to snuff-out-the-light
Once and for all eternity astral
Travelling a barrel ride to infinity and
Beyond my dying plane, most
Inter — planetary extraordinary

Life. Don’t talk to me
About life — Lester harping on a song
About red dwarfs and the intergalactic space
Stations resounding radio frequency
Alien probing
My space time continuums white noise
Sending shock waves to run rings
Around any metallic meteors
Jet — propelled into my slip stream;
The birth of a worm or
Black hole inertia sucking it all in?
Only to return again, squeezed
Out and moulded by my doppleganger

Land and a star is born.
Super — nova core compressed
Dark matter, gas and fission
Fuse together my parts into a whole
Where nothing can be undone
And everything that ever was, is
Chasing her tail feather
An asteroid, full — speed ahead on a
Magnetic collision course
Forcing fields and gamma rays to
Deflect decay once again,
While shit storms still rain down and
Charged particles and isotopes ping.

 

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Behind the Door is a Metaphor

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Little Red Riding Hood wearing shoes, stepping through balancing on pins, holding on to handles in case the latch breaks and the garden gate swings shut, accidentally locking Goldilocks out while she’s peering through foggy windows vying for attention, except she’s standing on tiptoes wondering what went wrong wishing she was back behind a red door out of the cold, flying like Dorothy clicking her way upside down, looking around for a place called home behind a blue door, where fish peer out from holes in shipwrecks inside a fishtank looking outside into my world, wishing Ariel was a shark that ruled the universe with clown fish laughing behind closed doors ordering sushi, just so she could meet Sponge Bob and go out on a date in a restaurant behind a green door seated in a corner watching everyone stuff their faces on pork bones and rib cages smothered in red sauce that sticks to the side of her wicked stepmother’s face, picking breadcrumbs and gingerbread between crooked teeth, eyeing up the shoes hiding behind a wooden door in an attic where Cinderella keeps her mice, making it impossible for Alice to find the key to a parallel universe where her doppelganger is one of three fairies destined to raise Aurora into a raving lunatic behind bars, until a knight in shining armour sees her hair and hoists himself up into a flying machine, snatching Rapunzel before she ends up covered in thorns, talking to a teapot and candlestick waiting the hills to come alive, just so she can close the door and her eyes.
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