They’re Coming!

A monologue, intended for live performance.

Weird City

I saw her again today.

I had just been to score and was riding the bus home stonedly distracted, staring outwards, seeing nothing.  The bus had stopped at traffic lights when her vague form caught my eye through the condensation of a take-away window, as she lazily drew a finger picture in the moisture on the window.

The light changed, and the bus grumbled off familiarly.

Omneschaade

It was a time of unusual phenomena across the universe.

If you were to drift in silence in the darkest void of the furthest reaches of space and listened very carefully, you would hear the faint wail of an eerie intergalactic therimin as the magnetic flux variably compressed and stretched the cosmos.