Ufology in the Summer

 

We see slow children push hot bicycle frames

through thick yards of methane

 

A grey goo of killer machinery

eating everyone's grass

 

At the corner, just before the light, they keen.

 

Think of the full dark capacity

of step dads and taxes

filling every house in the future.

  

We never leave the driveway.

 


And the Horse Riding Up Through the Red Skies

 

Our children hide out in the abandoned planetarium, having stolen our cigarettes, the car keys and
several extension chords. The boys sleep, bent in theatre seats. Their sisters ration potato chips

as the first act of their new society.

 

Above them, the empty bed of space is full with our best guesses.


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Jeff Hipsher's work has appeared in or is forthcoming from Forklift : Ohio, iO Poetry, Oven Bird, Phantom Limb, Caketrain, elimae, The Alice Blue Review and others. In 2010 he received an honorable mention in Sarabande’s Flo Gault Poetry Prize. In 2011 he was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He is the head editor of Catch Up ( www.catch-up.us ), a journal of comics and literature.