Aliens in the Backyard

More than a long walk,

Motions of grace abound

For Bigfoot, a labyrinth-like shapeshifter

No one can expose beyond

The ongoing spiraling myth.

In a video-clip of lies, in myriad books

Crafted by the wayward hunters

Of all fledgling truth

To deceive the minds of humans.

Where, too, is The Abominable Snowman?

If not frozen by media lies

Inside a thousand cyber-lairs…

Really, & no one will believe

I found a beautiful mermaid

In my backyard swimming pool,

Her long tail-fins glistening,

Her loveliness a marvel spewed forth

By an ocean of silvery moons:

Nor will anyone believe the elephant in the room

Is just the unknown first cellular amoeba, stewing.

But what about The Pig, the one with badges,

Guns, a blue uniform sweat-drenched,

Coming now for me & my mermaid, in a whirlpool of dreams

Where the naked truth drowns?

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Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he’s been active for years doing poetry, art, and small press stuff. His most recent poetry books are The Underground Movie Poems (Horror Sleaze Trash) and Night Pictures from the Climate Change (Cyberwit.net). Nominated several times for the Best of the Net and the Pushcart for poetry and fiction, he has recent work at MODERN LITERATURE, A THIN SLICE OF ANXIETY, FEVERS OF THE MIND, and elsewhere.