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The Black Hole of Coffee

does one own a thing

that owns itself?

the thingamajig purred,

emitting a pleasing tone,

pleased, too, if I can judge

such things, as out popped

cubes that smelled like coffee,

Earth’s most complex, alluring odor,

but they shone like the sun and, like

the sun, pulled all things to them till only

things nailed down, and me, withstood

their mighty pull; the table round them wrapped,

my chair too (I fell), and I had to duck as knives and such

flew in and in till all suddenly shrank unto a mote, was gone

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Three Days Are Up


the visitors were tall
so tall, and bony
they wore no clothes
which was why we were so surprised
by their barbed and supple tails
where had they been hiding?
with the wings, I guess
contacts could explain the glowing eyes
which shot beams of coruscating light



From a writing-group prompt: tail; visitors