Dead Planet XLIII
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9p6GUECHLg0&feature=related
“SciFaiku is haiku
and it is not haiku.
It deviates, expands,
and frees itself of haiku.”
—Tom Brinck,
The SciFaiku Manifesto
see how low he flies—
devil boy up in the sky
the darkness darkens
the devil boy lands—
out there in the moody moors
his beat-up saucer
rain washes away—
the smell of airship ozone
a radar blip fades
i’ll shut my eyes and—
pretend the robot is gone
but the thing’s still there
the flight staircase—
opens up in the cool night
crop circles ripple
devil boy from mars—
the light from his laser eyes
melts my skinny ass
his alien lips—
purse like sour persimmons
his black leather boots
he wears a skull cap—
black shiny plastic so sleek
his sharp vampire teeth
spilling down over
his scarlet cape in the breeze
again and again
again and again—
i ask the others to wake
their eyelids are dead
cocky young earthmen—
abducting them back to mars
that’s his big mission
sponge-gourd blossoms—
boy from mars deflowers them
he chokes on their phlegm
see how he hovers—
then he takes off back to mars
his captives inside
at the hot-spring moon—
earthboy clones get hatched nicely
their buzzing tight pubes
quite to their surprise—
some of their offspring are born
martian young men
i want to go home—
i’ve done everything he’s said
repeat it he says
in the distance hills—
a patch of martian light
the withered canals
cold polar caps—
still lingering even now
kilimanjaro
in the spring wind—
i admire his dying race
trying to survive
terraforming mars—
their last hope earthboyz in heat
they want all of me
scifaiku diary—
discovering something new
in old mars ruins
i suck the sour taste—
the tangerine sands of mars
once so bloody red
all day long now—
the martian pyramids
casting long shadows
i am not alone—
instant recall brings others
back into the now
against my helmet—
shower of meteorites
ort cloud monsoon rain
a spaceship soars—
over the red sands of mars
the last day has dawned
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9p6GUECHLg0&feature=related
“SciFaiku is haiku
and it is not haiku.
It deviates, expands,
and frees itself of haiku.”
—Tom Brinck,
The SciFaiku Manifesto
see how low he flies—
devil boy up in the sky
the darkness darkens
the devil boy lands—
out there in the moody moors
his beat-up saucer
rain washes away—
the smell of airship ozone
a radar blip fades
i’ll shut my eyes and—
pretend the robot is gone
but the thing’s still there
the flight staircase—
opens up in the cool night
crop circles ripple
devil boy from mars—
the light from his laser eyes
melts my skinny ass
his alien lips—
purse like sour persimmons
his black leather boots
he wears a skull cap—
black shiny plastic so sleek
his sharp vampire teeth
spilling down over
his scarlet cape in the breeze
again and again
again and again—
i ask the others to wake
their eyelids are dead
cocky young earthmen—
abducting them back to mars
that’s his big mission
sponge-gourd blossoms—
boy from mars deflowers them
he chokes on their phlegm
see how he hovers—
then he takes off back to mars
his captives inside
at the hot-spring moon—
earthboy clones get hatched nicely
their buzzing tight pubes
quite to their surprise—
some of their offspring are born
martian young men
i want to go home—
i’ve done everything he’s said
repeat it he says
in the distance hills—
a patch of martian light
the withered canals
cold polar caps—
still lingering even now
kilimanjaro
in the spring wind—
i admire his dying race
trying to survive
terraforming mars—
their last hope earthboyz in heat
they want all of me
scifaiku diary—
discovering something new
in old mars ruins
i suck the sour taste—
the tangerine sands of mars
once so bloody red
all day long now—
the martian pyramids
casting long shadows
i am not alone—
instant recall brings others
back into the now
against my helmet—
shower of meteorites
ort cloud monsoon rain
a spaceship soars—
over the red sands of mars
the last day has dawned
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