Darwin’s Coffee ***

Not enough coffee in the ***,
to keep me awake through this daydream,
not calling the kettle black I’m calling us all containers in this melting ***,
so I try to keep myself in shape by staying gluten free,

going for the long shot,
like I’m shooting a 3,
all in like a Hotshot,
no hotdogs just coleslaw and greens,

jeez,
what a trip it is this life I lead,
see,
right now I’m in at a hotel on a beach,

in a town called Darwin,
in The Northern Territory,
which is ironic because I’m pondering,
the thought that maybe we’re all aliens,

or at least have 10% extraterrestrial in our genes,
which makes us extraordinarily extra special,
plus it supports my theory that we’re all aliens,
seriously Google Missing Genetic Link,

give it a think,
humans themselves are the Missing Link,
and even Charles Darwin can’t solve the problem,
of not being able to connect our missing link,

and I want to keep writing about it,
but I think instead I’ll go for a swim in the sea,
because I’m tired of writing the water looks inviting,
and not only that but I’m both exited and sleepy,

Not enough coffee in the ***,
to keep me awake through this daydream…

∆ LaLux ∆

Where is the sky,
when you're scared to raise your eyes?
What lurks above,
in the absent space,
when irrationality tells you tales of aliens?
I shudder at my thoughts,
live in constant worry over the higher place,
avert skyward attention through my fear of the unknown.
I count the days till I drop and float up there,
till I have to face that which waits.

Oh you creatures /
You gods and dead /
You satellite haunts /
How long till I am one of you?
How long till I become another dying star in the dark,
misinterpreted by those who believe something better awaits?
How long till I orbit a planet I will never miss?

The Aliens invented religion,
or at least the idea of a Heaven & Hell,
not sure the motives behind their invention,
but it seems to have something to do with oil,

and gold and iron and all the other precious resources,
that exist on Earth and are harvested, mined, extracted,
in order to pay people yeah you know Hue Mans,
so that those same Humans can pay The System it’s taxes,

anyways we’re distracted,
let us get back to the point of the matter,
which is that Aliens invented religion,
and before you refuse to believe the truth take a look closer,

they say Heaven is a place in the sky,
and that God appears sometimes,
out of the “Heavens” and onto the Earth,
in the form of a bright ball of light,

sounds a lot like,
God arrives on a spaceship,
sounds a lot like,
They want us to look to the sky when we worship,

now what about the forest,
and the hot springs from Mother Earth,
well according to The Bible under the earth is were Hell dwells,
and under the ground is where the “bad” go to burn,

and anyone that worships the Earth,
instead of worshipping the Church,
get’s accused of being a wicked witch,
is tied to a stake and burned,

see I’ve got reason to believe,
that The Powers That Be want us to believe,
that space is good and earth is bad,
and we humans are here stuck in between,

would make sense wouldn’t it,
plus it’d explain why we commit atrocities in God’s name,
why we ****** each other and carve out the insides of our Mother,
and why we can do these awful things without any shame,

how else could we enslave people and animals,
how else could we pollute the oceans and lands,
how else could we do all of this with a clean conscious,
and not even feel the least bit bad?

Yeah I figured it out it’s all all fact,

and the only reason you’d refuse to believe this truth,
is collective cognitive dissidence,
because if you speak out against the Space People,
then you’re considered a delusional citizen,

can get locked away for the things you say,
then force fed pills until all of your feelings go away,
so stop theorizing on the real reason for the Bible,
and get back to work so you can get paid,

and all of this may be why,
we feel a sense of alienation in this Alien Nation,
because The Aliens invented religion upon their invasion,
even though we’re not sure the motives behind their invention…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Breitenbush Summer Solstice 2018

New Book Alert: 08/08/18; THT2: The Mandala

That
Floating
Patch of light
Dangling in air
For minutes on end
Moving as though pacing
Is certainly either a
Secret government project, or
An alien spacecraft, but
I am both too scared and
Far too tired to
Go outside and
Take a look
On my
Own

it's always    the ******
w/ the biggest implants
whining, 'why don't men
love me for who I am?'

I don't like Barbie b/c
she looks like a woman;
I like women b/c they
look nothing like Barbie

beauty contestants are
professionals; they're
supposed to look   good
teetering on seven-inch

heels in a thong      while
wearing a push-up bra  to
perform brain surgery  or
flying to Mars & beyond;

sending Barbies into    space
would mess w/ alien's minds
for sure; 'these are obviously
religious figurines. hmmm' -

& somewhere deep in the Scorpio
Nebula an astroarchaeologist gets
curious about the long-abandoned
space cargo; 'no genitals, u say?'

boomed his three-eyed mentor;
'these creatures never existed;
they are purely mythological
creations & even were they to
roam some bizarre alien world
they would fall over on those
spindly legs & tiny feet; as I'll
continue to insist, such monsters

could never see life;' the lecture
went on & on; about how the two
large lumps on the upper front
torso have no discernible function
other than to throw the creature off-
balance; but then                             later, under the    cool      rainbow night    ,
w/ the    several       moons       emitting their          familiar      colored     waves    ;.;
the astroarchaeologist                     had the most       disconcerting dream;
made the more disturbing in                  that no one of their race had ever dreamt before- it was unheard of,
& yet all he saw, smelled & heard
were female voices                         chattering from 1,000,000,000 different
directions
    at once; he saw butts & *****           in every size
  & proportion;  snooches being                     shaved in a flurry of wet blades;
no chafing; band-aids on *******;           more      bouncing   tanned        rear ends running to the showers; lingerie
                flying like cats after             birds; seven-inch Plexiglas stilettos -
[the entire room                          stinks of ***** & farts, he notes             ]
tampons in; music up &                   when the curtain                                          F
opens the orchestra crescendos    
the svelte army of leggy contestants;
bathing beauties marches into the limelight &
stand tall & ***** defying the howling
mad crowd surrounding them in a glittering star & family                -filled gala Colosseum -sized            arena;
the spectacle is to boost the morale of the ]
e ***** men & women who smile w/
malicious leers every time  camera's eye catches           their
perverted glare;

upon waking the           astroarchaeologist
looks over at his desk;            the seven - inch - woman taunting him
'but how,' he thought & rolled        over back to sleep
to dream once again of the Barbie                  Nation;
no such creature could ever exist;
but some such creature had to create it &
therefore as the learned philosophers are wont to say,
how could an unknown creature create  the
image of a nonexistent creature unless that
unknown creature strongly resembled         the non-existent creature

Sometimes I feel like I’m in the midst of a junk yard
***** junk yard girl
I’m part of all the scrap metal
Rusting away
Under the gentle yet violent embrace of such a ridiculously big sun, so powerful and on top of us
It’s no wonder summers make it so hard to breathe...
Then again so does the brisk wind, in a bitter winter

You can’t win.

I imagine myself immersed in the sand of a desert
the sand enters my cuticles till they explode
let me just bleed
In total
Peace

Letting the sand run through my fingers, just for a brief moment

I can control time.

Like popcorn stuck in your molars
While the smooth butter just lathers up your taste buds
I live feeling bipolar

Nostalgia can ******* away
with a high so strong
It makes me want to live

Maybe it’s the magic of those late 90’s cartoons glaring through my tv screen

Sugary cereals before they were so bad for you

Maybe it’s how people seem, from the distance of time

Like an alien
I roam around this life that is mine
Advanced enough to blend in
Curious enough to stand out looking lost.


-Sindi Kafazi