Escaping The Green Glow

A science fiction poem about aliens.

 

Escaping The Green Glow

In the royal blue sky

the bright glowing lights

Shine down on me, displaying

my dark struggling shadow,

Like I’m a prisoner on the run.

In the twilight hours I run for my life.

 

The little green

Men with the

Bowling pin heads

Have frightened me,

They know they’ve already

Won my test tube soul.

They’ll zap me in the bright shining sun.

 

I was born an experimental Roswell child

And I’ve been on the run ever since,

I’d run miles to keep just a few

Steps Ahead of them,

Wanting desperately to keep

All of my genitals and my limbs.

 

If only I could escape

Their bright green glow

And find a safe place

To make my home

And not be their genome

Or human-alien clone.

 

Author's Note

Just something I came up with. I've always been fascinated with Aliens, especially since I lived in the Roswell area for a while. I still live on Roswell Road!

Reviews

[Alfonso Garcia]

wow this was so original and really quite a joy to read:) I love little green men and the ending was surreal.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is quite fabulous and unique! I love it! Wonderful!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I found it quite funny and entertaining and yet it can be very symbolic to how many people feel in a world ruled by a media obsessed with perfection.

[Abigail T]

Goodness! So creepy and unsettling! Fabulous imagery and what an interesting subject choice. Loved it!

[Alicia Schroeder]

I like your imagery, amazing work!!