My six fingered friend
Formally informs me that
That depictions of aliens
Are offensive descriptions
Outside The Milky Way
"We don't all look like that"
So we watch T.V. instead
"We are not like that"
Either
Based on the books I've read
"I wish I was a human"
He says
So he could "fit into one of those human spine based, foam beds"
I show him everything about aliens on Earth
He says he "feels even worse"
These movies are "inaccurate, and poorly rehearsed"
Halloween costumes
only seem to mock him
The extra stock in the back
also lacks accurate feed back
out of options
I say "Let's take a road trip"
You can see the "human geography"
His prognosis is
"it will be fun--probably--"
We get in the Earth wagon
And cruise The States
all other places
result in a similar fate
"Cool planet, dude"
Whoops...
We went to
Area 52
About the Creator
Po Ivey
Po Ivey lives in Madison, WI, where he writes fiction in his free time. His inspiration includes Kurt Vonnegut, Philip K. Dick and William Gibson. He write's about the nuances that make the whole world a cast of actors. He also plays music.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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