dear crow

a sad alien does´nt bare
thinking on
(they´ve been watching us on
spanish afternoon television..)
surely, they are not real
how would they be..

swollen and ghostly
to feel nothing
no see-no line or something
bijou tears and no gravity
with little spaced hankie
no love to take off..

post card from a blue alien:
arrived by the stone
some sort of gathering

we blended in-everyone
was friendly..tried e..
there was poetry

the sun rose and there
was splendour so
young and old..

met a black crow
he said hello..
missin home o..a..