We dream of flying saucers
with grand sci-fi hyperboles
of take me to your leader
Or humanity is good to eat.
Somewhere a planet orbits a star
where the gene pool went berserk,
but that speck is absurdly far, far
away, a grain of dust in the dirt.
What could come of this reunion?
Time will always be a mystery
in the solitude of imagination-
But let Voyager cruise the galaxies
where purple-headed aliens
find the rock ‘n roll outrageous
and cross the infinite subterranean
to greet us in Las Vegas.
Perhaps they’ll cure us of savagery
or rid the world of fleas,
while we offer them a bible
and some good cheap wine
to praise our bearded God divine.
Comments
Yeah, I like this a lot
Good cadence and subject matter, it fairly flows along.
Just one point...
They wouldn't land IN Las Vegas,
They would land an asteroid ON Las Vegas!
:)
For me...
the cadence isn't so good. Work on the 2nd verse, and the last. I don't see the lines as working smoothly. I would get rid of the line about offering Bibles or make the line work better with the wine. I agree that if aliens were to come here, they would consider us crazy enough to quarantine the Earth and make it a no-fly zone! ~ Geezer.
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some adjustment was made
and agree about the second stanza, just one word can set it off. In the last stanza I followed the suggestion in the chapter "Metrical Variations" in the classic study by Paul Fussell, "Poetic Meter &
Poetic Form". Here the author sites the success of breaking the meter, or even to introduce a non rhyme line in a rhymed stanza can change the tension and accent the effect. I used my instinct that that was the right move here.
OK...
If the objective is to get some attention for that stanza; it did the trick. ~ Geezer.
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