Homesick
(Impromptu tag topic: Subterranean Homesick Aliens)


Judy comes over every Tuesday
begging for a read.
"spin fortunes cards for me"

Little sister doesn't see
the cards are bathed in apathy
caring not for future's plight
but for her alien psyche
and it's place of long ago

Bi-planar love songs
hang heavy in incensed thick static
spoken through tongues of cardboard
and pictures of Palladini's prophecies

So now she is homesick
for land of un-water and green flowers with
purple stalks
where she once lived beneath-
before emerging to see it's reversal
like a negative photograph
here.

©1999