Aunt Elena & the Serrucho's

The image is captured, there for your retina to record it, for your worst nightmares to bring it to flesh

let's assume whimsically that's 1.975 in Ciudad Lineal, Puteaux or Aragón.

Aunt Elena is incorporeal and gentle, like a perfumed soap bubble
and she's got bovine eyes, like any dame idyllized in the extreme East of Acia.

The Serrucho's, differently, live in a world that's more brute and churlish, less subtle

they wear poncho and have wooden teeth

and eat empanadas de humita.


What does this strange trio do in a blueyey and globulous night under the starry cosmos of Carl Sagan?

No one could know

maybe they wait for a train of iron, a convoy escorted by protective troops, replete with bionic servitors  or Astro Boy's coming from a station of Tokyo.







The scene is overall glum and misteriosa

puzzling, oracular, recondite.