less saucers

there are less
saucers
in the sky now.
less sightings
of monsters
in the swamp,
ghosts
rattling chains
in the attic,
ships lost at
sea, and aliens
with elongated
heads and bodies
abducting
your crazy
aunt bee.
ever since phones
can record
each waking
moment, the world
has become
less interesting,
more sane,
well, sort of.