Ain’t Alien Spores
Richard
Stevenson
Ain’t alien spores,
but don’t let ‘em
indoors!
They’re invertebrate eggs.
A goopy orange soup,
fishy tapioca – but whose?
Kavalinahas,
a small Alaskan village,
woke up to goop at the shore.
It turned the water orange,
suffocated the fish.
Now it’s everywhere!
Goopin’ up lawns and laundry.
Such a quandry … What
lays
so many eggs, and from where?
Don’t get ‘em in
your eyes or hair.
They’re everywhere!
Under the doors, in the sink
and drawers. Jellied fish
eggs –
Gotta be from space:
nothing here replicates at such
a pace!
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Richard
Stevenson retired after a thirty-year teaching stint at Lethbridge College and
now lives in Nanaimo, BC. Forthcoming books include a trilogy, Cryptid Shindig,
from Hidden Brook Press ( including the volumes If a Dolphin Had Digits,
Nightcrawlers, and Radioactive Frogs); a standalone collection, An Abominable
Swamp Slob Named Bob, from Altered Reality Press; and collection of haikai and
lyric poems for younger kids, Action Dachshund! (from Ekstasis Editions).
He’s hoping to put another edition of his poetry/rock troupe, Sasquatch,
together when Covid takes a bow and we can have live music again.
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