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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.

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