A Message From The President

 My fellow Americans,

the hour is dark.

Hence I stand before you 

with a heavy heart.

Something is coming.

Something man has never seen.

An attack lacking precedent 

within the pages of history.

As you all well know

we have many foes.

Based upon decades of intelligence 

we know a super technology 

has been in development.

This thing will change our paradigm 

for it is designed to accelerate Time.

The rate at which you age

will rapidly climb.

Happy events?

They will pass on a dime.

According to radar 

it's approaching the West Coast.

Optically elusive 

it's sorta like a ghost.

Visible one minute then missing 

as if somehow it's hopping dimensions.

This bomb is like none ever before faced

during the storied saga of the human race.

According to analysis by our military brass 

you won't hear a boom or feel any blast.

There'll be no obvious harm to the landscape.

No buildings razed or landmarks erased.

Afterward you won't find debris or rubble.

Instead the damage will be more subtle.

Once you behold the image in the mirror 

the tragic fallout will become much clearer.

Smooth skin of youth

will crinkle into wrinkles.

Sandy strands of hair

with gray will be sprinkled.

This will take place 

before your dimming eyes.

Weakening hearts will race

as Time literally flies.

It will seem as if you're getting mocked

by the furious spinning of the clock.

The lesson lurking within all this?

Time is...was...the greatest of gifts.

Nothing on Earth abides or forever lasts.

Who knew it would ever pass this fast?

The Time Bomb will soon upon us fall.

May God eternal have mercy on us all.

🔴 ⚪ 🔵

(Adapted from my sci-fi story TIME BOMB)

©️ Matt Decker 

Cosmic Latte

Meet Zask and Zisk,

See them venture forth --

They know little

About the destination

Only that it's an energy station

On a big blue world

Known to locals as Earth.

"Look at that!"

Exclaims Zask,

"We are in luck --

This structure must be a gateway

To the stars in exchange for bucks."

The transparent portal opens

And the two cautiously fly through

Into an aromatic atmosphere

Wondering what's about to brew.

"Here's an interesting tidbit,"

Offers Zask to Zisk,

"Our ships are called 'flying saucers'

Here on this oversized planet."

To which Zisk sarcastically replies,

"Well that's just ridiculously awesome,

Now would you please just can it?"

"I know the ride's been bumpy

But must you be so grumpy?"

Asks Zask to Zisk

From an elongated throat

Beginning to feel quite lumpy.

Between the text-backs and paperbacks

And the tap-taps and chit-chat

Zisk and Zask hover undetected

Over these life forms so distracted.

"Home Base! Home Base!

Calling Home Base --

Why have you sent us

To this odd and noisy place?"

Tho' transmitted far from nigh

Quickly comes back the reply:

"Navigator Zisk and Navigator Zask,

Yours is a mission of deduction

With a reconnaissance function --

So focus on the task

And await further instructions."

Zisk points out a place to land

On a wide strip of land

Making sure Zask understands

To watch for the jittery giant hands.

"Tsk! Tsk! I know this, Zisk!

I'm not exactly new at this."

So without ado

Boom or pop

The scaled-down craft

Lands on the countertop.

There the saucer rests

Without drawing attention --

An inconspicuous arrival

From an alien dimension.

Meanwhile within the cockpit

Zask and Zisk sit and wait

As they observe the human chatter

And clatter of cups and plates.

Suddenly and abruptly

A bogey descends with a crash

On top of Zisk and Zask --

"We are under attack!"

Yells Zisk to Zask;

"Don't you think I know that?"

To Zisk yells back Zask,

"What in this world is that?"

Then into the chaos

From a place deep in Space

An urgent message reverberates

From the bowels of Home Base:

"RED ALERT! RED ALERT!

We tell you the truth --

A hot handled hostile

Has come down on your roof,

So ascend and abort!"

The trendy human specimens

Stare in utter disbelief

As the latte levitates

With the rising saucer underneath.

Up goes the mug

On one unsteady ride

Splashing its frothy contents

Over its ceramic sides.

After the saucer zips away

Into the light of day

Zask and Zisk let out sighs

And in unison the duo say:

"So that's why they call this

The Milky Way!"

Back home in the domain

Of their otherworldly plane

Zisk and Zask feel disdain

As they strain to explain

Why and how their saucer

Now has a giant coffee stain.

©️ matt decker

A-EYE is Watching

Is this it?
Am I about to die?

I missed the chance
To say goodbye.

I can't decide
To scream or cry.

My palms are moist
And my mouth is dry.

My lids feel heavy
Blocking my sight.

Every joint aches
My muscles are tight.

Everything in me
Wants to fight.

But resistance isn't an option
Neither is flight.

I can't move.
My body's paralyzed.

How did I get here?
Where am I?

And what is this table
On which I lie?

Why is this happening?
Why, O God, why?

I can't get up
No matter how hard I try.

What pain in my side!
Nothing about this is right!

Strangely enough
My left leg feels electrified.

I feel it moving up
Up to my thigh.

At last my lids
Open I manage to pry.

In fly rays
Of an unearthly light.

To my surprise
My raging mind begins to quiet.

I cannot sense
Anyone by my side.

But before I can
With relief sigh

Something unbelievable descends
As if from the sky.

Coming into view
Invading my sight

Is a giant, artificial eye
Like a scene from sci-fi.

Remotely controlled
Featuring tech that is high

Hypnotic and robotic
Clearly programmed with A.I.

Inches away from my flesh
Rapidly rotating clockwise

Attached to a mechanical arm
Pulsing flashes of light.

Up and down my body it does glide
Not touching but positioned nigh.

If I somehow live forever
Never having to die

I will always remember this night
With the otherworldly Eye.

©️ Matt Decker