The thing about alien abduction is
you have to stay in bed,
you can't get up to see them,
twisting your neck round
for those
flashing
illegible lines.
Arms wriggle,
retinas roll,
puzzled pirouettes
hit pitch,
lets go up in flames.
Its always at night.
In the stuffed bloated
microfibres
you might stand for water,
but not by the window
where green trees
are now skeletons,
patient little pencils
telling you to go back.
Zip up
russian doll,
and radiate.
