by Robin B. Lipinski
It's constant hunger in balance
nodding mergence that of smile and fang
Ahh, that primal gurgle beating tempo to the brain
To seek, to find, to bind, to consume
with so many memories
or is it real?
There, in black and white, as an off shore storm swirls while above and below
What will sate these alien feelings? Sex? Food? Religion? Work?
Feelings so strong they weaken the mind
with the soul taking up the heavy burden
so many lost inside their head.
They've come and no one will listen
Nobody cares as they live their ordinary lives
Nothing to see or hear
moving on and on and on...
Yes, the aliens have landed...
© 2015 Robin B. Lipinski
Robin B. Lipinski claims to be addicted to writing. It helps that
his good dreams are other people's nightmares. There is not much to
know about him other than he shares this planet with you and others.
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