Art

Wiring – Coleman Bomar

Visitor

 

Sweatily, Dave dreamed
Of alien anal probes
And woke to an egg
Headed visitor with black
Eyes bulging above his bed.
They were married
Three months later

 

 
Odd Invader
 
 

Sick exxxtraterrestrial
Pleasure
In a trench coat
Walks among men
Ready to flash
The poor creatures
Then laughs
Nothing but tentacles 

Underneath
Purple and green
From a purple planet
Lightyears
Just to see
Their beige brown
Bipedal faces
When they gaze
Something not themselves
A dirty
Shocking horror
To such lower life forms
 
 
 
Conductive 
 
 
Old box of wires 
in the attic 
my head
you unspool 
pulling
a single dead thread 
stuck so
tug then
the clump emerges
fuzzy yarn balled
how cannibal snakes
wrap themselves
in Lumped up
mockery 
of connection
and this is what you wanted
to find 
or the batteries
or flesh?