Abduction

Bright lights.
Screechy scratchy space gossip
alien tongues
like insects in debate.
Cold instruments, hard tables.
Paralized, mute, helpless.
Steely gadgets telescoped up my wazoo --
but back in bed by six.
Clock radio muzak
alarm, alarm. Alarm. Alarm.

That dream again?
No, look, proof:
tiny scoop-marks on my thigh
and oh my burning bum!
Regardless:
to the shower
the esspresso pot
the car my pod my womb
two hours traffic
may I not collapse
on the packed pavement
of my destination or
drop dead
in the cubicle unremarked
till pay day or
stink of personal decay or
impomptu staff meeting.

May I survive this day's
abduction,
return
home again, home again
to night's
white light blindness
catatonic lifetimes past
probes unspeakable
alien chit-chat
unidentified fleeting objects
of deliverance.