In terms that are alien to most, it begins:
green men with black eyes. or is it yellow?
bananas are yellow: but then they are black.
the night is black but they blues have more meaning
the poetry is in the green. green grass grows
a message of colors
from a mess of styles. naked is how we are born
but i prefer to wear whispers. a hum of smog and trucks
on a block of concrete
carrying concret.
she smiles. i laugh. he cries.
she laughs too, but no one cares.except nobody.
aliens may care
aliens are foolish. but they like to enter you train
of thought. they train your thought.
they say everything always comes full circle, but what
if it's actually an egg. or a hamster. what if they just
don't like hamsters?
light and sound. boring. boring, to bore into you, how can
it be anything but boring? but if it bores into you, is it now
boring
because it has come too close? gone too deep? gnawed on your
flesh and bones, nom nom nom? or meow?
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