Space Opera in Suburbia

The television streams streets,

alive with alien light. Tentacles 

of lampposts wrap themselves

around wild figs and holly bushes

tasting … like alternative reality?

Every fox on the street is an atomic

clock, tuned to the metronome

of a walrus-headed hive mind.

Our inevitable baptism awaits– 

an involuntary levitation,

while the television scripts

a manifesto for otherworldly faith.