Alien

Energy and air surround it in water,

as it ripples through this world,

daylight and darkness all the same,
as if death could be transparent.

Points its ray gun anywhere it wants.

Waits on words like new mornings,

sure to drive the Earthlings wild.

"Please, can you love a broken man

where the moon once jumped around 

this dreamy kid's head. Got branchwater

and bourbon in the back of a limo

to let bright country kiss the city dark,

and that's all mine, from the holler

to the Italian couch in payment

demanded for a gambling debt.

My balcony, admiral on deck, 

on the mobile, to order that building

to spell out your name in all its glass,

so I could say 'choice' and mean it,

like we do back on my old planet."

Bullets, ha! It laughed as it loaded

this fresh batch of talk into the chamber.