The Eccentric Alien


The Eccentric Alien

He wears his luxury suite like a silk gown,
swirls traffic lights
neon bar fights
around in his tumbler, anti-clockwise.

The soles of his matching slippers whisper
secret messages, soft like cats’ whiskers,
over Persian carpet purrs and muffled cries.
A blink of an eye and the walls part
(glass sliding doors syrupy under his feet).

The balcony looks lonely, only a deck chair
for company, the white wind howls;
cold air melts the cubes in his device;
he asks for forgiveness, raises his tumbler,
and downs the city in three big gulps.

words by Ramon Ramirez

art by Craig Hopson

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