You are the U in UFO

1/19/2025 this week's rough drafts

Jan 19, 2025

**OF COURSE YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON — YOU’RE PART OF THE GATE(less) COHORT — AFTER ALL**

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You are the U in UFO
Con/Jur/d, 1/16/2025

We know what you’re thinking
you still don’t believe it will happen
you regard death like those bubbled
spacesuits, trimmed with gold, framed

by outdated gender roles, tentacles
and radiated giants, forgotten
                                    under the bed

a wished for second life, as collectables
antiques, walking in the snow 
                                         YESTERDAY
Realized we are the Unidentified 
flying Object, hovering over, the unfaced
absence projecting, organizing, fleshy
gyroscopics preventing an icy slip, monuments
                    IN THIS ICY CEMETERY
all imply the 2001 scene, the one Kubrick and
Clark excavated from our already lost future
the one where we mean and do
something more than the banal evil, play with
the boring castoffs of modernities
adolescent emperors, we were reminded

We are the UFOs, this:

UNEXPECTED, UNIDENTIFIED, UNKNOWN

flying, hurtling, falling, gliding, accelerating through

SPACE AND TIME

our entire lives are exploring
the artifacts left behind by an alien
extraterrestrial force of unclear origin
and occluded intention, we are the vivisectionists
                                       THE PROBERS
                                       THE ASCENDANT


CRAFT

emerging and returning to THIS GREAT
                                                UNKNOWN.

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Maybe, if you’d been sober
Con/Jur/d, 1/14/2025 

Instead of not drinking
instead of not smoking
instead of laughing, we

GOT SOBER

If we'd had  drunk parents
(had/had) said with a slur
if we'd not teetered
if we'd not totaled
if we’d been diagnosable
if we’d fit on the spectrum

Instead of being
                          PURPLE

Having no corresponding wavelength
an optical interpretive dance, an
illusion of biology, if only we’d been
violet, we could have communicated 
with the BLUE GREEN YELLOW 
                         ORANGE
                         RED

Even, if only by Optical Spectographer
or like Goethe, and other ANCESTRAL
filters

unlike the one time, when we definitely
weren’t sober, we’d weighted our 

NERVOUS (system)

we carried a load of caffeine
we carried a load of nicotine
(and 200 other
minor chemical constituents
including beta-carboline) we
carried a load of ethanol and hops
and we carried a load of

4-BROMO-2,5-DIMETHOXYPHENEETHYLAMINE

we were not SOBER
we couldn’t pretend
we couldn’t operate machinery
we couldn’t walk a straight line
(without a hip swirl
without a finger snap
without a sway
without a throaty AHH)
we couldn’t read

BUT we could see colors
not normally seen, time traveled
to the beginning the DARK/LIGHT

EXPLOSION

later, the emergence of biology
later, still complex organisms
(we remember dinosaurs trumpeting)

and finally, back in our body, 
a continuation, of the explosion
hurled into place on the old-cloth 
covered couch, next to the terrarium
an Albino Leopard Gecko, staring
asking us how was Great⁹ UNCLE
FRANK, and the Belldona outside
the window blew lonely dreaming
notes on its long white flowers

AND WE KNEW
(with certainty)

Everything was still exploding 
still moving, WE ARE THIS

(not something else) but when asked

we only respond 
with a description of purple

“Royal, alone with cousins
black and white, we know 
it to be true, although our 
instrumental interlocutors
will never see it the way
we do, we know it to be

TRUE” Maybe, they said
if you’d been sober.

THANKS BOB FOR THIS JON LUC PONTY FLASHBACK

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TELL US IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS ONE
1/18/2025, Con/Jur/d

You've heard this one/it bears repeating: 

A Green Glarextec Tec Tec
goes out everyday on the BIG BIG
and BANG BANG BANG, zhe feed 
the community, the symbiotes and PARASITE
and hangs out with extensions doing
SLURP SLURP, late into the night
BOTH FUN and GOOD FOR YOU
PARASITE says

One night deep in the muck
THUMP THUMPING, the dregs of 
SLURP SLURP, a minor dream
spirit, a WHO MAN, shows
up uses his pronged extenders
and pulls up to the rivulet trough 
and starts sucking and asks Glarextec
What do you do? 

And so GG, feeling generous
even with the inconvenience
of a lying, cheating spirit, tells
it about the BIG BIG and the BANG BANG BANG
and the community and the symbiotes
how zhe and Tec Tec Tec have three, A ROUNDED 
PERFECTION PARASITE says, and of course
the nightly SLURP SLURP and how
DEEP BLUE is really DEEP BLUE after
SLURP SLURP when zhe gets ready
zhe’s POLE POLE and SWAY SWAY
for the BANG BANG BANG

AND the WHO MAN
as they always do says

"You just give it away?"

This time 

Glarextec calls over to TEC TEC TEC

"Cover the symbiotes audio receptors"

zhe doesn’t want to hear the looping sell this
and buy that, exploit this resource, claim it to 
be yours and yours alone these WHO MANS
these lying/cheating restless dream spirits
gave zhes extensions a twitchiness

an itchiness with
      scales
            scales
WHERE THERE SHOULD BE PURE UNDULATION

PARASITE says, so under the trough zhe grabbed

POLE POLE and without and SWAY SWAY
performed BANG BANG BANG on the vile spirit

and although DEEP BLUE with a DEEPER PURPLE
is missed, PARASITE bloated well, symbiotes 
and Tec Tec Tec excreted undulates, zhe didn’t
SLURP SLURP that night, although zhe wonders
And says

"If one BANG BANG BANGS a dream WHO MAN
in the BIG BIG, do they leave the dream
forever? or do they become ‘real’?"

NOT ONE OF THEM COULD MUSHEE MUSHY AFTER THAT.