All the titles seemed to be leaning toward CSM, so this is kinda from his view. We all know he sees himself as the hero in the story of the saving the planet – if only those pesky agents would understand and join him!
Continuing with the “use every title of the season” challenge with X-Files…This one has been my favorite (also from 2012).
Episode titles are underlined.
Maybe someone should pray for me today –
Gather up your blessed be’s, amen, excelsius dei…
For I might fall apart some sleepless night.
I can’t stop myself –
Floating like a Calusari looking for my aubrey.
Firewalker on a mission,
Død Kalm –
Counting, “3, 2, 1…”
To the sun, any star, or a colony of dust somewhere in space
Where little green men still manage to maintain that fearful symmetry
That frightening mystique
In the dark, in the sands –
In the red, red land of some forgotten Anasazi –
Humbug chased unto extinction.
Oh, what have I become?
My own f. emasculata, hurting whomever I must save.
Blood, blood, blood
On the stairs, in every parking garage;
Blood, blood, blood
On my hands, it’ll never wash off.
A twisted mind plays host to some red museum contrition,
Full of fresh bones in the soft light –
Listen to the souls cry, “This is our town!”
Maybe they’re right.
So you back away,
Count, “1, 2, 3…”
Snap a chord and I’m Duane Barry –
In one moment, one breath, first take:
The devil gets to play
Die hand die verletzt and it’s end game.
In 2012, I started a writing challenge for myself: write a poem for each season of the X-Files using each of the episode titles of that season. Why? Because…I love X-Files and I love writing.
This was the first one (and the easiest!) – episode titles are underlined.
I found you in your corner
On a cloudy eve of spring
Half-forgotten, scorned, bemused –
Determined not to be deceived.
You started with your crazy,
Swinging in your chair;
I caught my thoughts, belated
And wondered what I was doing there.
Watch my hero campaign down the hall
Roland in a suit and tie assumed as armor
– Tall and strong;
My pilot through the monsters,
So set a course for your Aude,
To the space left to eternity;
Squeeze through time,
Beyond the sea,
Beyond the stars
As they burst apart – a wondrous scene!
But, oh, what it leaves…
Born again in the wake of your shattering shadows
Lazarus springing out,
Up from the flowers into disdain
And these cold, dreary showers.
How did you become my signal –
My cue to smile,
With those ravaged wings,
Icarus-bound as your pride ignites!
It feels like we’ve stood here before
Ice on the ledge, sky on fire,
Looking into the void through two shafts of light.
Sweet fallen angel,
Bruised and used,
Savage as the Jersey devil –
You call to the thunder,
Cursing the night
As the darkness falls,
As it tooms the heavens,
Abandons your sight.
You drop to your knees
Full of contempt and scorn,
Yet you can’t turn away –
I suggest going home.
Pilot me beyond these monsters,
Beyond the stars,
Any semblance of life;
The busted dreams
And all the shady shapes they leave.
No one ever told me, no one ever said
The whispered ghost in the machine is a miracle man
A conduit of conspiracies.
Dusty streamers rippling,
Exploding in your eyes
That plutonic mask revealing a past
Young at heart – and how it glows!
Basking in the misting gold,
I collect the fragments of you in my Erlenmeyer flask
Fates sew you to this genderbendered soul
Through the universe’s glory
And all histories retold.