i remember the midnight show
from my front porch
i remember the fading stars
the winking night lights
from rare sightings of aeroplanes
and how in our heads
it was u.f.o. wars,
a fire-breathing godzilla
tiny robot soldiers--wearing parachutes
the nights are nothing but stellar now
and the aeroplanes,
you wouldn't believe
what kind of make believe
from our heads we would relieve
and the rhymes we would sing
from all the kites
and the unnoticed balloons
but they're not you here
and they can't see the dragonflies
flying beside the aeroplane
the rainbow-coloured aliens
fighting the green monster
and the manatee...
ps.
what. a. waste.
come home now.
be it you, or me.