conflicting reports

some people still believe
in angels. i just believe in a mailbox
where i wait for enough money
to eat as many locusts as i want tonight.
do not get me mistaken for a prophet,
i am just saying stuff. i'm just opening my mouth
& hoping no crocodiles come out. 
there are conflicting reports
as to whether or not a ufo
landed in the corn field tonight.
i could go either way as to whether
or not i believe it. 
i ask the frogs & they say, "that happens
every night." i guess i should have
assumed. so much is going on
that i don't eye-witness. 
it is best to assume there are several 
joyful mysteries & several terrible horrors
all happening right now. some people
on another planet start a rumor
that the earth ended two hundred years ago
when a specific whale species died 
& was never known by us. i start a rumor
that i am actually dead. that i died 
a decade ago & whatever i am now
is a hologram. what a hologram.
i turn the house over in pursuit 
of a projector. i used to have a room of chickens.
now they stalk the yard in search
of snakes. i hold all the space ships 
inside me. i see a field & witness it
tail dove. one side one fire. the other side
ripe with gummy worms. 
don't listen to me. i try not to listen to me.
the place smells like rot. 
i just want a clean little runaway 
to fly a plane out of here from. 
i write "help" in the corn. the cicadas
are the only ones who come. 
all we can do is scream.