- I was taken up by a gosling who squashed my tomato & gave me love therapy. Ever since then when I hear the word L-O-V-E I seize up in my boots & can't move for ten minutes.
- Hello my name is Charlie. I'm from Alarid, Texas. When the passion came over me I took all my clothes off in the forest and I saw a clear light & ascended for ninety-two days although when I got back it wasn't more than two. These little pink & buff creatures lay me on a massage table under a blue light and that's all I remember for day after day. There was hovering around & all my pores got sucked by little mouths. When I got back there was no forest & my clothes were dirty and there was only this that I'm telling you.
Are you scared?
Yeah, every time I look out the window I get a bleep. - Now my story is different. They swept me off my feet & gave me a prom dress and there was a ball in that big round saucer and we danced all night. Every once in awhile they came at me with it looked like knitting needles and kind of poked away at me. They were all shorter than me & I'm 5 foot 2. I danced so much, when they deposited me back home in my bed I was sore for days. This is all I think about.
- They come & get me over & over. All I have to do is close my eyes & become part of things. It gives me a nose bleed some times. It's that old black magic. I don't see voodoo dolls when they take me away, they are voodoo dolls and they're trying to turn me into one of them.
- Hi, my name is Chuck Tamale & I'm from Northern Lackadaisical, Florida. You know they were little green creatures and they performed an operation on me. They made me quack like a duck & then waddle around the table before they'd let me go.
- They were very kind & very fair. My name is Harriet. They only want to find out about us. Before I went to sleep they said don't worry. Their speech was kind of broken and then I had a strange dream where I was back on Earth being normal again. They even thanked me when I woke up. For what, I asked. "Don't worry" they said. "What we replaced in you should last longer than you do." I've had a physical. There's nothing wrong with me except every once in awhile my eyes turn purple.
- You know I'm a skeptic. I thought this was all BS. Then one night I had a terrible fright I put up a fight but they got a grip on me tight. And I ascended up to a height and they did things to me under a green & yellow light. And when I got back I've never been the same. I walk out naked in the rain. I don't know who to blame. I have a little fame. And I have some apprentices I train.
- Hello I've never been anyplace. Do you think they'd be interested in me? In any of my organs? Is there a classified section for those who want to be abducted? I've got an interesting belly button. Do you think if I paid them they'd take me away? How do you get a hold of them. Do you just wait? What kind of cologne should I wear?
- Hello my name is Suzie. This is serious. It's a matter of life and death. I've never been the same since I saw that light and I was transferred inside some how. It was awful what they did to me. I've been in hypnosis sessions and it keeps getting uglier & uglier.
Like what?
Well they lay back a flap of skin though it didn't hurt too much. It was downright unpleasant. They were kind of mean. But I couldn't move. That place on my breast still itches. And then they did something to my shoulder & that still pings every once in awhile. I can't go out at night anymore. All I do is watch the prescription ads on TV and wonder if there is anything to help me. At least I'm not the only one. But I feel terribly alone. - Hello I'm Dick from Albany. I don't believe any of this. But at the hour of ten every night these big bug eyes come in at me. And they take me away in this giant bug and don't bring me back till after midnight. I don't believe any of this but there are these big bug eyes. What shall I do? I'm terribly blue. Big bug eyes have got me all in a stew.
Larry Goodell was born in 1935 in Roswell, New Mexico, where crossing cattle trails meet the Pecos River. He is married to Lenore Goodell, photographer & phenologist, and has lived in Placitas since 1963, extending poetry into its ceremonial roots—performance, masks, costume, lighting, song, scene, with cloth or painted backings to poems when appropriate. Although tagged as a performance poet since the early 60's he loves the printed page and founded duende press in '64.
Books: Cycles, 1966 (duende press), Firecracker Soup, 1990 (Cinco Puntos Press), Here on Earth, 1996 (La Alameda Press). His online work is on the move, see About.Me/LarryGoodell for interviews, articles, numerous poems, plays, songs and a blog on three-dimensional poetry.
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