I'd been watching the guy
for three hours.
He sat motionless
at the end of the bar,
spinning his finger around
the lip of a shot glass.

Strangely, everybody
that passed him
didn't seem to notice
his calm,
cool, quiet,
weird demeanor.

His eyes looked reptilian,
his tongue insect,
skin half-mammal.
I swear he wasn't human,
but it didn't matter,
everyone around him
was oblivious,
too drunk to
notice the alien
amongst them.

But not me,
I look for those things,
signals of
the coming invasion
& I think
it's going to start in
the pubs.