Weird Fiction

In the mind of the eyes
come a tropicanical slime.
awaiting to advise
Hertzian chimes.

Occupation airwaves
coming to close
frequency bands; leaving the graves
acronyms align
while ghost-eaters doze

This Owl, out, out,
Out on the tune.
No way, not worried about the
electric life on the Moon.
“Oedipus Owl!”
Hear the Children croon?

Communique intercepted from an amicable Venusian , by way of an Earth person, many aeons ago in the San Francisco Bay Area:

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