Can’t say this with my jaws askew

Or with my guts ground into stew

Or with brains buckling under fear

So I’ll get this out quickly here:


I’m asking, sweet, why our divide

Is one a myriad lifetimes wide

With all this room to live and grow

And love...(Oh, here we fucking go--)


What with this wild attention span...

(Just try, you bitch chiropteran)

Okay, just between you and me.

The whole world. (Right.) It works out, see:


So much room for your human gripe

And for my daydream dancing tripe!

We’re living life to different ends--

But alien space bats are your friends!


Good listener, here. Watch; I’ll append.

Got books and beats to recommend.

I’ll spread my legs, for goodness sakes.

Or cuddles, if that’s what it takes!


The beats of cosmic wings weren’t why

(...They say that like there’s others nigh)

Your species trembles miles beneath

With circuits crossed, and toes for teeth,


I might be short with you, I know,

My face all distant, quick to go.

I’m not a threat. Don’t be appalled:

RBF, I’ve heard it’s called


Plus all these tongue-twist topsy-turves

Are nature’s ploy, or frazzled nerves

Labels help, right? Got all adorned

To hopefully be endured, not scorned


And given wing to seize the day

‘Cause I’m the one in disarray

With mostly misdirected spite

(My vision’s blurring as I write…)


A UFO’s beyond my realm!

I’m here to hear, not overwhelm!

And I will swear, upon my life,

That I would never steal your wife!


So can you curb that resolution

Marking down my prosecution?

I know the ease of taking tone

On otherworldly skin and bone,


As well as how my organs feel

Beneath a sole and twisting heel

All bearing down, fresh for the kill--

Right, Sylvanna, maybe chill,


These guys are smart. They’ll understand.

It can’t all rest in my one hand.

Just breathe for once, and take the rap.

Don’t lay this on my sodding lap.


Please look at me. You’ll feel secured.

I’m wireframe. Shade. Victory assured.

(Come on. A shove could break my neck.

You’ve evolution at your beck)


And yet you’re banging pots and pans.

This solitary ass, with plans?

‘Space bat skulduggery’! ‘Fear’! Such ‘fright’!

Cut the shit--I’m half your height!


Plus, those traits? My tail, face, hair?

They’re cloned, not stolen! Look! Still there!

Just quit your theorist predilections!

Can’t I just reflect affections?


(No. Freak’s enough, here, I suppose.)

And here’s the rub. The coffer’s close.

Trust you’re as much a mental rover

So mull a while this notion over:


I’m such stuff as on suffering’s made.

Every death a fresh cascade.

Pain, terror, rage out on the dole,

All branded on my very soul.


Might this grant a moment’s pause

To still a space bat’s twitching paws?

The fear that stirs her half-wit wiles?

The twitch between her frosted smiles?


Some notice for what she’s been dealt

Might help dilute this hate I’ve felt.

But selflessness is hard to bear.

Try this instead. And try to care.


This much might be simple to grasp.

(No great feat.) Watch her tortured gasp

And know that with the breath which flies

I watch that body, as it dies


And feel the brunt of brand new pain

Like hornets in my sky-hive brain

I take it. I’m no fighting wiz.

Can’t do much. (Physically, that is.)


See, these are thoughts I’ve always culled

If there’s a point, it’s eons-dulled

A prospect gnarled with knots and kink

Back long-turned on the ones that think.


In words, it helps some more steam rise

Broadcast to other pairs of eyes

It’s read. Acknowledged. Sudden topic.

(But dwelt upon? ...That so anthropic?)


The way to cow a bat with tact

Or what it feels after the fact.

Not poring over its cognition

Just how it cringes in submission 


(Familiar ground. You listening, now?)

Yeah, chill your tits. Don’t have a cow.

This one’s a less self-centred moan.

It’s made for you, and you alone.


Receptacle of deepest dreams.

A spiderweb of spectral seams.

Unfurl me like a ghostly flower

For pleasure of the current hour


While I’ll wonder if my sightly feigns

Toward those stood on my remains

Are ones that might leave an impression.

(Never. To my recollection.)