AlienNation

unfocus
black expanses
liquid lines of yellow
a red one
as an apple, no stem
a silver one
as a bullet, no flash
they pass, and I continue
blurred

the shapes moving
sliding and squirming
across my vision.

the rivers of rain
on the wet windscreen
force focus to two feet away.

white flashes, a blue one
as the end of a laser,
a yellow one, as the
butt of a bee.

I stop, and look, the green
expanding, and I am lost without,
but perfectly located,
within.

the reality a veil,
across which lie,
formless shapeless thingless
things, they move and swim,
and make us all.

we care about tan lines,
muscles, breasts, and cars.
grades and bombs and crosses
and meiosis. We are lost,
heading directly at a cliffbase,
bouncing off, and heading back again.