What a scary world we live in,
with Tall Greys after our DNA,
Reptilians lusting after our gonads,
Little Blues and Mantis Heads
that want our water, our gold,
What craziness is imagined
that beetles will come from
another dimension …
to devour us?
Still I fear the most dangerous
of all creatures is the guy down the street.
He insists he gains his freedom
only if I surrender mine.
I try to tell him that Mother Nature
and then he goes into a rant
that I am after his pickup truck,
his fishing boat and vacation home.
I defend creeps who want his teen daughter
who wears a bikini and flip-flops at the mall.
He is so certain that I want all the same
garage full of crap that he treasures,
and his teen daughter in pajamas at the mall.
I will not take his vacation home.
The sea will take his vacation home
and all the land around it.
I am just an ordinary primate;
he can buy my cooperation.
But he cannot buy the friendship
of the living sea.
I try to tell him the sea doesn't
give a flying shit for his money.
We can hope for the grace of God
and we can pledge our lives
to one another,
but the elements are mindless.
To live here, however bland our intentions,
we need permission.
Permission of the land, the water,
the sky, the stars.
The universe does not negotiate.
John F. Manimas, August, 2022
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