Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Previously Published on Bohemia . . .



Because Mars

is electric, red, and resistant to changes
imposed by the time-space continuum,
it was the perfect place to build the alien
discothèque.   Planetary minions
flocked to its garish lightshow. 12-eyed Saturians
decked out in full John-Travolta-Saturday-Night-
Fever regalia glow like ghosts under the strobing
black-lit mirror ball.  The Uranian revival
of Donna Summer’s greatest hits streamed
through the Milky Way like a midnight meteor
shower.  There was a hesitant fear of cross-
contamination caused by so many sequins, but
precaution was thrown to the vacuum, when
the local black hole closed out of respect
for the blue-man group’s light-year tribute
to Abba.






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