The walking stick
walks the old man
over bumps on the
sidewalk
his canine leads him
very well
the old lady
watches
man and dog hobble
from past to future
trapped in time
no one remembers
except for that lady standing
over there
for those who would remember
are all gone
except
an alien walks amongst us
hiding his glory
having a hot cup of coffee
on a hot day
in may
leaning on the lamp-post
as the dog and old man walk by
the alien looks at them
(in that classic alien way)
explaining
‘be like the stepford’s
and wind up your
mechanical dog and cat
taking them
to the grocery store
where it feels like home
buy a blunt
knife
butter your bread
scratch your head
profusely
be
grateful you’re not dead
walk with the walking dead
throughout all store isles
don’t let them know you are
more alive than they
you thought you saw
an old friend who didn’t
know you anymore
you waved as he turned and ran
hiding his face in both hands
screaming
‘the butter knives are over there by the bananas’!
take a break and
throw a load
in your washer sounding
like my alien space ship
travelling
to my home planet
board my vessel
when you’ve finished
both your walks
go eat a banana
like monkeys do
it’s their brain food
not ours
fluff your beautiful hair
when no one cares
and no one looks
because they refuse to
take a dare
despite them staring
from the hidden recesses
of their bare minds
they won’t tell you
life simply isn’t fair
but I will…
at the very least
I say
life is
not quite fair enough
for those who reside
in outer space
maybe
what’s
in order here
is
a smidgen
more
genuine
humanity
which by the way
is
about to break the dam
up on top that mountain
and drown us all
with its feverish goodness
but
I thought ahead
to save all you people
from a swift torrent of
flowing madness
and
plugged a leaking hole
in that cracked dam
with my middle finger’!
and the old man
and dog looked up
to the alien leaning
against the lamp-post
and the senior said
‘when we are done
with our daily walk
we will board your
vessel. By the way,
where have you parked
your ship’?
the alien replied
in his own alien language
and the man and dog
shook their heads
in disbelief he
would so abruptly stop
speaking his mental telepathy
in English
and they both simply walked on
because they didn’t
understand
a damned thing
the alien said
and the dog looked up
and told the old man
(who always knew
his faithful old friend would
begin talking someday)
‘imagine that…’
