Alien Boy-

Two cool barrels
Upward ceiling bound
Metallic taste of oil
And steel, denounce
Despair and pain

45 horses cum
A Colt on the verge
Of release…..

THUNDER

and red red rain
Against virgin walls
Down into pools
Upon the floor

Where Iron fills
The open air
With the inevitable
Stench
Of death

Efforts are lost

Wasted

The lack
Of quid pro quo

The busiest pens
Notable friends
Armed with quills
And Wifi

Sharing voices
Celebrating change
Pushing
Pushing
For A Community’s identity

Again

“To Change or Kill the World
It MUST Be Done”

As the flags empty montra
Fly at half staff

No one asks
But you give and you give

Hoping for a better tomorrow

And

Silence…

NKOTB expectations laughable
Maybe two or three
Out of Hundreds See

The meaning and react to the words and The Call

And within a few moments
Of personal reflection
Is this All that there is?

Are the pens laser focused
On the next line or title
Digging Deep
Within Themselves

The actions shared
Comments declared
Liked with enthusiasm
Followed by hushed
Silence

Alien boy
Not of this world
Doesn’t comprehend
The human species or
Intent

So take me away
I’m going home now
With my empty echoes
Reverberating from
Throughout the room

I’m coming home

I’m coming…….

Published by 🌙 Crescent Moons 🌙