The Second Martian’s coming/Mo The Prophet


They’re coming,
said Mo the prophet.
You’ll see,
their ships are closing on us.
Soon we’ll turn into the galactic organic waste.
As matter of fact,
we already are, – a galactic waste.

Mo the prophet,
Mo The Prophet.

I smiled back,
wished him luck and took an M34 bus.
Mo, you didn’t change since
the last time I saw you.
The high school dork, same cracked glasses.
same sad-smiling bleak eyes.

Mo the prophet,
Mo The Prophet.

He lived in the one bedroom coop in Park Slope.
Was a VP at the coop’s board.
Always tried to be elected for a chairman,
but never succeeded.
Always outnumbered by one voice.
Every time before the bedtime prayer,
that he was meticulously saying,
he always cherished the idea
to get that bastard who voted him out,
and kick his balls.
Yes, Smack’em!

Mo the prophet,
Mo The Prophet.

He collected newspaper cuts about Martians.
Tried to publish a book, on this topic,
but didn’t find the publisher.
Finally he published it as an eBook,
and tried to sell it on Amazon,
but was rejected.

Mo the prophet,
Mo The Prophet.

He was able to date only one girl,
she was attracted to him by his ideas.
but dumped him eventually,
a few months later
for a guy who practiced some ancient Siberian shamanism.

Mo the prophet,
Mo The Prophet.

Since then, he never got married.
He never had dated too, didn’t have any kids.
He was spending some money on the local prostitutes.
was buying them flowers
drugs for their honest care
and remorse that they were awarding him.

Mo the prophet,
Mo The Prophet.

Rejected by everybody & everywhere.
Even New York post refused
to write about him in their “weird but true” section.
He tried to stage a few gigs on The Times Square.
But was eventually was beaten by some wasted teenagers
and then got arrested for the public disturbance.

Mo the prophet.
Mo The Prophet.

Yesterday I received a call from some attorney.
He said that Mo has committed suicide
burning himself in the middle of the Wall Street.
He left me the old fat folder
of newspaper cuts.

Mo the prophet,
Mo The Prophet.

The day after his funeral, Martians have invaded our planet.


2 thoughts on “The Second Martian’s coming/Mo The Prophet

  1. interesting read. especially the tragic finality, and the idea of his “craziness” being right, with the invasion, which seemed like foolish rantings of a deragned street corner prophet, until it came to be. very interesting style here.

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