The “flying” part I’m happy with,
though the juxtaposition with “object”
negates its suggestion of heroic action.
What really rips me is the “unidentified.”

Haven’t I visited your place a million times.
Haven’t I taken you back to my spaceship
and shown you some really amazing technology?
Haven’t I always probed you with respect?

And yet, you don’t know the first thing about me.
You don’t understand why I travel the universe.
You haven’t asked about my favorite foods.
You don’t even pronounce my name correctly.

It’s “Kla – DUR,” BTW. Not, “KLA – dor.”
That’s why I will destroy your stinking planet.

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Chris Bullard lives in Philadelphia. He received his BA in English from the University of Pennsylvania and his MFA from Wilkes University. Grey Book Press published Continued, a poetry chapbook, in 2020 and Moonstone Press recently published Going Peaceably to the Obsidian Knife, his chapbook of environmentally themed poetry. Main Street Rag has just released his poetry chapbook, Florida Man. No one has compared Mr. Bullard’s talent to that of the great comic geniuses of our day, thankfully.