I once joined
a UFO cult.
***
I remember my
initiation was
very brief:
***
I signed over my
bank accounts
& credit cards.
***
I was fitted for
a red velvet robe
and sneakers.
***
I was introduced to
the Grand Fountainhead.
***
And then they
passed around
celebratory
Dixie-cups full
of poison.
***
“Poison?” I said. “Woah! —
Wait a moment, wait a moment.
***
I thought we built towards that!”
.
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2.
“Taughannock Falls”
by Mary Cellini
©2020
t r e f o l o g y 
It wasn’t really poison. It was a hallucinogenic drug that would have allowed you to accept the physical appearance of the aliens, who are extraordinarily ugly and not the least bit humanoid. Since you are not presently living on Vlugura-9 with a blushing monster-bride, I assume you didn’t drink the “poison” in the Dixie cup.
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You know, now that I think about it, the leader did look a little bit like this dude I know named David Miller.
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I’ve been exposed…
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Another great one! I also like the collage, that falls is near me, and my wife and I have been there countless times.
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Thanks, Craig. And I’ll pass that on to my artist friend, Mary, too.
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Gotta watch out when they hand out the Dixie Cups at cult picnics.
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That’s why I always bring my own dixie cup full of poison.
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So when the barkeep says, “What’s your poison?” Do you tell him “Thanks, I got it covered”?
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Under the present circumstances in your neck of the woods, I’d be inclined to take the cup.
Darkness on the edge of town.
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“To-morrow the birds will sing!”
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Definitely the strangest thing I’ve read, and image I’ve seen, all day.
Well done, tref!
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My job here is done.
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Short but sweet. Terror, insanity, and comedy all wrapped up into one!
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Thank you, Seliza
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Normally when they hand out the poison they tell you it’s KoolAid.
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They were a very upfront religion
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Haha! Well, that’s a first!
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That’s true!
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UNDER THE HEMLOCK / SOCRATIC TREFOLOGISTS / BUILDING UP TO IT
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Under the hemlock and over the lips … Thanks, CES
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Sincerely welcome.
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Thank you, david
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At least you said “Lets hold on folks”. That must of put a damper on things.
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Sad to say, the art of seduction is lost. xo
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Hah! Bravo. The lost art of seduction would have made a fine title.
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I enjoyed the poem. It’s too easy to become indoctrinated these days but I admire your commitment to the method. I love immersive cultural experiences, as long as no substances of any sort are involved.
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Well done!
I like the postcard.
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Thanks, I’ll pass that on to my friend.
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Whatever I can’t identify in the sky is a UFO.
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And for me that’s everything but the sun, moon & big dipper.
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Good
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