I’m waiting for an alien
a shape-shifter who speaks
languages from a parallel universe.
Will he stop and wait this time
to make sure I’ve understood
grasped between the lines?
He knows not what he does
I’m willing myself to believe
this one thing.
There are billboards flashing
above his head, subliminal
messages inside the main feature
but my brain can’t cope
apparently – there is nothing
to save me and I’m falling.
Someone please build me a banister
rail me in, take off the blinkers
re-affix my training wheels.
I’ve lost track of independent thought
and sensibility, paired, no impaired
my self my faculties.
Give me the map, the dictionary
a translator, a modicum of common
sense – take me home country road.