Subterrannean Yellowcake Alien

we landed emus on the moon &
fed them cake until they glowed
we could see them from space –
maralinga, woomera’s satellite
dishes grew absurd corruptions
our original superpower dreams

[hiroshima moruroa maralinga]

a future where girls worry their
bikini lines into shape formations
of crystals metamorphose into
undersea microphones in stereo
& we are alone now on our rocky
outcrop of a signal station (babe
did you see that flash? it’s british
aerospace dude & the natives can
go walkabout (the ground glows
underfoot persistent rumours &
illnesses dreamtime sicknesses

[los alamos nagasaki yucca flats]

somehow even general macarthur
got himself reborn in a loading bay
that night in incheon he gathered
mushrooms on the pacific theatre’s
map the optional korean solution
impregnated like a microchip for
lost dogs somewhere above these
nameless parallel babes go topless
in the radiant heat one size that
reveals all malignancies hot wires
to trigger the mutant marsupials
into action if remotely our lunar
armies blast into battle formation

[teheran pyongyang fallujah]


  1. i was thinking of a big “bong” drop version with something akin to paraphrasing:

    [Wyong Woodberry Wollongong]

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