it was alien possession, i tell you

on a froth of comet tail
the solar-wind-borne
misadventure
began:
the diatomaceous
thought-harvesting array
cast its sub-etheric net
randomly
and struck analoguic gold:
in the northern-by-western quadrant
of a planet circling its star
at a distance of 105.5 starwidths
came a sense/memory impression
of such indulgent delight
that the array took possession
of the creature who’d forged the memory
and force it to re-enact the event
whence the memory had sprung.

thus it was, my dear,
that i had no choice
but to buy and eat
a second candy bar
from the vending machine
last night.

thank goodness
i wasn’t thinking
about women,
eh?

where are you going?