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Lehmberg has had this poetry crap corner all to himself and I’m gonna kick his ass because he isn’t very good to start with. This is how it’s done Alfred, as you’ll read below – with skill and flair. This is poetry.


Evacuation



As I survey the wreckage that passes for the UFO scene in 2006;
The web sites, the message boards, the blogs, the buzz and so on,

I try to assess the intelligence of the individuals involved in
And committed to,
This subject.

“Intelligence” doesn’t cover it all.
Perhaps I also mean the likeability,
The roundedness as humans,
And the level of maturity in the sense of personal development,

That flakey sort of stuff.
Well.
What do I see?
Indeed what do I feel about you all?
What do I think?

This is the image that comes to my mind:

I am in an upstairs room in my house.
I open the window.
I peer outside at the small river that is an allegory
For Ufology that flows immediately below.
I undo and drop my trousers,
I climb onto the little step that is there
At the foot of the window,

I turnaround so I am now facing back into the room
And carefully wedge my ass out of the window
So that it is now poised 20 feet above Ufology, sorry, the river.

And I sit and wait.

Soon, upon the river,
Along comes a boat.
In it I spy
Anonymous and Mr. Penisonmyhead.
And others.
But not Anonymole, strangely.


I hum a song. Hey nonny, hey nonny, hey no…………………………………………..

The boat comes nearer.

I start to strain…………………

Out of politeness and consideration I yell

“EVACUATION”

Alas, I am too late.

And I don’t really care.
Because if I did I would have yelled earlier or not have bothered in the first place.