Give me a radio signal with news of something alien carried upon it and I will
become a seeker of the golden light that we hope comes to rescue us as our
madness encroaches further into a world already half insane with a show full of
crazy. I love it that all of the store shelves are full of alien manufactured
goods and I can stand outside and see (see not afford) them. It is a sign that
I will have gotten closer to my searches end and then I can move on to the next
thing, the sign that points me not skyward but the port of exit and entry. We
all love our outer space toys imported from places most of us will never afford
to visit. I suppose that getting this close in my quest is not a bad step in
the right direction of finding visitors from another place on the planet.
Surely (don’t call me Shirley) this is just a poorly timed
jest.
How did we get so out of touch with reality, that we find it
on 72 channels on our alien made TV’s. The way I see it I look and find 72 is
24 times the number of channels found in my time as a kid with dreams of being simple
living and kind not the human reception receiver of pitch after play that tells
me I need prepackaged pre-measured pre-calorie counted meals pre-delivered
monthly to my door if I am going to find then maintain my alien searching
weight. I guess (yes another guess) that the pre-organized, precooked,
prepackaged, microwave meals is our slow alien transformation drug to creatures
of earthly creation into something from somewhere else that in future evolved
generations will be more enlightened after the total transformation from human
to alien is complete. We'll find me and us and them all living somewhere else because the opportunity for happiness dream is greater
there than here. Or will it be?
I really don’t know because I don’t expect to be living when the transformation is complete. Not because of my age but rather because them who own the stage will not want me and my kind upon it, we are just not enough generic to fit in anywhere on it. It is God damned hard at times to care about it all anyway. I didn’t grow up to be hip but now that I am the age I am I know I can safely act the way I will and say what the say I will because my new excuse for everything is “I am waiting for that alien space ship to take me on a long—long trip.”
I really don’t know because I don’t expect to be living when the transformation is complete. Not because of my age but rather because them who own the stage will not want me and my kind upon it, we are just not enough generic to fit in anywhere on it. It is God damned hard at times to care about it all anyway. I didn’t grow up to be hip but now that I am the age I am I know I can safely act the way I will and say what the say I will because my new excuse for everything is “I am waiting for that alien space ship to take me on a long—long trip.”
© M Durfee
1/10/12
if you wear tin foil on your head i hear it breaks their signals...smiles...i hear you though man...and i remember when i was the remote control to go change teh channel to the other one cause the third one came in scratchy so we seldom watched it...and when the wind blew all the channels were screwed...love the time, just keep believing it...or not...smiles.
ReplyDeleteJust playing around with a little rhyming prose Brian...sort of like a practice piece for prose poetry. But yeah man I have three tin foil hats and a couple of rolls set aside specifically to block the signal...I just hope Chinese made tin foil works as well as American; come to think of it I wonder if it is even really aluminum...hmmm it is another conspiracy to worry about.
ReplyDeleteSimplicity...what is that? It's been a while since I've been alone with my thoughts...I mean, COMPLETELY alone.
ReplyDeleteI'm starting to not give a shit about what's in or out these days. Is it a sign of the times or a sign of aging? lol I have no idea.
I was thinking I like this post on many levels.
ReplyDeleteAnd here's an interesting tidbit.
Having had my box of foil out making dinner I checked the box. Bought at Wally. (you know, where they try really really hard to sell only made in America products??)
Well the package says:
Distributed in Bentonville AR.
Packaged in USA/Metal of Russia.
Hmmmm,,,,
It's all foreign. Hard to find one thing made here anymore. But maybe soon we will be making our own out of sheer desperation. Or we will be making theirs because they have won.
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