ET Go Home!

ET Go Home!

Beneath the bright unearthly strobe, here comes ET, and he’s got a probe. He hasn’t come to make war. Hasn’t come to kill or invade us. He hasn’t come to make peace. Hasn’t come to help or to aid us. The reason he’s near seems perfectly clear. He’s searching for life on Uranus.

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

They cried, “You’re covered with scars!”
“You poor pitiful thing!”
“What heartache, and misery,
the memories must bring.”

Opus

Opus

The butterfly his opus writes,
on breezes passing by.
Yet as he writes he does forget,
the how, the when, and why.