=My Trip to Planet X (not back)=

Reliving in a high-tech armchair

like an astronaut

a gastronut

going numb

going numb

going dumb

& there goes Saturn

hovering over me

the Kardashians

masked faces

I change my eyes

count Chocula 

trying not to panic

I feel nothing
I feel nothing

but the sensation

of being moved

like a table

from one side of the room

to another

(Daddy, be careful of the lamp…
i'm getting damp…
etc...)

something pulling out of me

is it me?

still, you see,

they couldn’t 

numb existence

out of me

too bad

too sad

they put it in a bag of glad
with a dead bird
& something bad

to have you helpless

& aware

telling you to open wider

wider

wider still…

until your smile turns you inside out
how about
how about

then, that’s good, dear

& you didn’t even scream
what a scene

so exquisite

pins & needles
needles & pins
your belly full of aliens