Friday, November 20, 2009

Friday Flash: First Contact?!

Sonneteer's note: this is the twelfth installment of my sonnet-by-sonnet summary of a larger work, The Interstellar Feller, to be released sometime next year. To see the story so far, check out Part the Oneth here, Part the Twoth here, Part the Threeth here, part the Fourth here, Part the Fiveth here, Part the Sexieth here, Part the Seventhuth here, Part the Octthhhh here , Part the Ninth here, Part the Tenth here and Part the Eleventh here. I'm truly thrilled you're sticking with me through this silliness!

The fair Yectara's rarely one to curse,
Unless she's well and truly been inspired
To do so. Rarely has there been a worse
Occasion than presents itself as, tired
From crop circle exertions, ship and crew
Just moments after breaking orbit are
Within the hostile crosshairs of a blue
And yellow starship! It's beyond bizarre!
"To battle frakking stations!" comes her cry
But ev'ry cacogen's already at
Its post, still masked and cloaked, as they let fly
Their own sharp streams of expletives at that
Which menaces them. Comes another blast,
Then subspace radioed demands at last.

1 comment:

  1. "To battle frakking stations!" is perhaps the coolest thing I've read in several days. You rock.


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