it wasn’t much different from a hospital
except for the food: there wasn’t any
there was the usual nudity and indignity
on my part, the lack of communication
— and the waiting: I arrived on time
as far as I could tell totally determined
by aliens who sucked me off the road
in a glare of green and orange light
then I waited held in place by tentacles
supervised by one large eye in the wall
finally they got around to me I was
prodded and impaled of course
in various ways by many cold and impossible
implements; I waited again with no explanations
waited forever it seemed until the eye
closed and I saw the green and orange glow
and found myself naked in the world again
as I say much like a hospital

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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