This is one of my ranting/protesting poems, where the world’s weird ways and woes are vividly pictured in my dreams/nightmares … (June 2019) … Or maybe my ‘Alien Back Pain’ has me angry and grumpy, and I am just desperate for some interplanetary respite.
My Alien Eyes Have Seen Enough
I’m scattering stardust, upon sorrow and grace
Tip toeing through a desert of dying tulips
Before my species vacate this miserable place
Blasting away from here, in my Itmims* spaceship
Flying back into the depths of dark space
To regenerate and revive, from this trying trip
Sadly, we gathered nothing of any value
From this warring human race
Their radioactive sky, was once bright blue
Vast oceans are full of their own waste
They breathe thin air made of sticky glue
And the earth they walk on, is a garbage tip disgrace
Their concrete graveyards, are the warlords database
Women and children, dead, casualties of religious lunatics
My alien eyes have seen enough, I’m leaving without a trace
Political gamer’s never learn, they’re still reusing old septic ice-picks
I’m reposting this poem of mine from August 2020, for two reasons. 1. The poem gives me a chance to present one of my favourite songs by Leonard Cohen. 2. I like this poem, because the piece is open for the reader to interpret my thoughts images in whatever way their feel is right for them.
The ediditor of Red Wolf Journal, Irene Toh, is pleased to announce the release of the Spring 2022 Issue.
The poets with work in the A Change of World edition are:
Dmitry Blizniuk Paul Brooke Jeff Burt Joe Cottonwood CS Crowe Mary Anna Scenga Kruch Ron. Lavalette Joan Mazza Karla Linn Merrifield Peter Mladinic Misky Larry Oakner Frederick Pollack Emalisa Rose Timothy Resau Rikki Santer Emil Sinclair Ivor Steven Debi Swim