I Like Science Fiction

Danielle Ureta-Spontak


I like science fiction:
truths hidden
behind imagination,
this friction of fiction
feeling like vintage
on my skin,
heretical sins taken in
from the apple of your eye-

Oh my,
how you please me.

Scientists becoming Pickle Ricks
in a Matrix gone Interstellar sacred
terminated by forces awakened
in young Jedis tattooed Tatooine naked.

He wants to hold hands
but my Hans be Solo,
chewing backa that princess
I detest-
give me laser beams,
then maybe,
I’ll sport the bikini.

Arrive the aliens in my mind
of dark skies,
painful sighs,
confused scars made in the middle of the night.
I dared to fight time,
see beyond linear lines
drawn by lies-
what humans perceive
with their eyes-
there is more space
between you and I
despite your bite
on my tongue.


Till a new idea cums.

1,587 terabytes done. Yum. I won.
“Good morning, Danielle.
Are you ready for an Odyssey?”
He says to me,
my E.T. gone green
hypnotizing me to be
his new home-
please, please-

Galactic shock
up the buttocks
till the Robocop steps in.
Fifth Element Korben
takes me in.

I am the confession,
judged by Dredd
for my transgressions.

I squanched.

It led to the launch
of Icarus caught
in sunshine,
be mine,
wined and dined
by the third kind,
encountered with
District 9-
I would rather my wings
melt and die
than cry by your side
on a Planet of Goodbyes.

Bring me
the Enterprise.

I’ve gone Jurassic,
primitive classic,
one big pile of mad shit
from the triceratops-
oh god,
nothing can make it stop-
Clever girl,
splicing and dicing
DNA with frogs-
his chromosomes got caught
on mine brought on
by the hot naught

Our genes splayed on sheets:
Pandora unleashed
with Tesla’s prestige.
Donne Darkie and his rabbit
like the scene,
sitting in a closet,
“Don’t mind me.”

Contact A.I.
I’ve been body snatched,
primed and deep fried.
My spotless mind
turned to a fly-
Inception gone awry-
I need to die-
I need to lie-
I need to buy
a ticket back to the past,
future is what lasts.
Not what you thought it’d be,
reported minority.
Harassed and crass amassed
in orange clockwork
incarcerated by Wall-E’s
brass mass.

Run the blades
to recall the moon,
his hall of multiple men
to fall ill and crawl
to Iron Giants.

I want to be the exit-
yes, yes-

Leave the mess,
clothes undressed,
face redress than
express the rest
of my madness.
You weren’t the best,
a clone, an alien’s
pistol plasma unpleasantness.

I wanted the friction
of your science fiction-
nothing made omniscient-
you won’t win
my mission
is impossible:
I’m just human, you see.

Abducted by the genre of unforeseen,
careening, mean, teaming futures
gleaned and dreamed by
lean, keen surgeon’s sutures
gone nuclear
to mute her-


A human wishing to be
more than it seems.

Inject stardust to my blood streams,
then I’ll scream,


Get Schwifty.


Image from Pixabay

Image from Pixabay

D. Spontak is from the United States but travels a great deal all over the little blue globe.  She studied at the University of San Diego and is now working on a masters in creative writing at the University of Kent. Obsessed with adventure and living the raw stories, Spontak does scuba diving in shark tanks to paragliding down mountains. She absolutely loves teaching kids, playing piano, and visiting art museums on the side of the fast life. And, she’s always writing it all down.