In the distance,
a speck of green and blue
and grey pulls me closer
the curious fires on me and it
spread.
I land on the speck
Of green and blue
and grey
and the people
greet me
with a stretched hole on top of their bodies.
As if it is being pulled
by some other thing
I ask them about the speck
of green and blue
and grey
they say
you can do as you may
lay on the bay
all day
and watch the stars play.
These people of beige and brown
and grey
listen to my story of my speck
and they reject
Their falsehoods of fantasy lives
glare In front of them.
Like the lights from my ship.
I watch the people of beige and brown and grey
On their speck of green and blue and grey
And wonder in sympathy.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
In the distance,
a speck of green and blue
and grey pulls me closer
the curious fires on me and it
spread.
I land on the speck
Of green and blue
and grey
and the people
greet me
with a stretched hole on top of their bodies.
As if it is being pulled
by some other thing
I ask them about the speck
of green and blue
and grey
they say
you can do as you may
lay on the bay
all day
and watch the stars play.
These people of beige and brown
and grey
listen to my story of my speck
and they reject
Their falsehoods of fantasy lives
glare In front of them.
Like the lights from my ship.
I watch the people of beige and brown and grey
On their speck of green and blue and grey
And wonder in sympathy.
Based on the poem An Alien in the back garden written from the alien's perspective.
