Come Loonies

1.

Summer found us
Experimenting on the hillside
Trees streaming tears
Pushed up, heated runnings

They are surely coming now
Weird Beard must be right,
Hammered by omens . . .
He met me: a sign
To tag along with bouncy feelings

Tonight, on a hill
Farting about like we should
Our power of life and furious youth
Sets sparks alight in the foothills

Aliens will land tonight
Near our camp we prepared them a ring
Now we may rest

Weird Beard, impatient, is up before us
Trailing tomcat vibes,
Networks of crystal slug roads
Spray-frosted in the dawn Sun


2.

Still nothing!

Smart Alecs stir the pot
With throw-weed flamer, giant backpack
We singe the savannah grasses
Alien footprint giant branding
Stolen from a man’s potting shed

Brings TV News out filming
Fake saucer ring and monster prints
Painting the dusk hills over Dog City
WB says aliens now have egg on face
And here we have come, desperate for challenge

Loonies, come loonies