Buoyed up by abbreviations

and a sense of only apathy

I wander to gaga

Send them into space at speed

and imagine they are treated

like some alien race

The talking bed who only speaks terrestrial

The kettle that only boils

The toaster on a short fuse

Perhaps one day they will learn

how to communicate like us

say the aliens over cheese

and alien crumpets

Somewhere on the planet

someone has made a discovery

He is human afterall

Perhaps he could interperet

between these contraptions.

and the home planet

and then lead a mission for the aliens

Then he would not be the lien

but a toaster human

A quick poem by Andrew Watkins © 2020

Octogon Prime

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Otherwise known as T’chu. T’chu is the leader of this alien race that has lived in near isolation on their planet in a distant galaxy. They have the ability to transform themselves or to join up with others to make giant superstructures which they use in worship or other ceremonies. Peaceful and warlike their isolation has not dulled their keen intellects and senses. They stage large scale military exercises on the dark side of their planet where they feel an attack will most likely take place. Communicating via ESP the race has mastered communication over the known ranges of the E-M-Spectrum which they require for when infected with flu like illness which periodically sweeps their planet knocking out their shape forming and Extra Sensory Perceptive abilities. At any one time, only fifty percent of the population are available for military or ceremonial activities, the other half lying around the place like liquid silicon rubber and large loose crystals.:)
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i got on the bus but that wasn’t my destination. I was heading out of town to the hunting grounds. I had my rifle and 50 rounds of .22 ammunition. I was going rabbit hunting.

It’s pretty good that you can still take live ammo onto public transport around here but that will probably change now after what happened.

Purple dots were appearing with alarming regularity on the skyline and I decided to take a pot shot at one. just to see what would happen. I didn’t want to start an intergalactic war you understand.

So then one of the purple dots flys closer and lands on the roof of the bus. We all gasped when it landed there with a clunk as its connected. I find what happened next disturbing.

An orange flame tinged with blue highlights cut a perfect circle in the roof of the bus and down floated on of them on the silver disc holding an oxy cutter and peering at us all from behind its glass helmet. Its eyes were so wide.

I did not expect what happened next. Never in a million years. Aliens Yes but this was sick.

Music floated down from the ship on the roof and we could all hear it like something from a rodeo machine gun wedding with big bass beats. Thump. Thump Thump.

Everybody was staring at it. It never blinked once but removed its lower garments revealing some tentacles that shot out and connected with everyone of the bus groins. Except me. It went for my gun and shot down the barrel as i was holding it in both hands.

Everyone began swaying is the best word for it and the music got louder and thump thump thump it continued. The alien took a cigar and lit it with the end of the acetylene torch and puffed away. Its stomach was clenching and unclenching in time with the music .

People began moaning as the aliens tentacles began pulsing like a hose in a cartoon and the bus stopped at the side of the road. I think the driver must have been connected to because he was just there in his seat folding his hands behind his head.

I couldn’t look or hear anything but the breathing and windows were all steamed up now and everyone was sort of jerking . The bass was massive by now and the whole bus was shaking and people’s hair was hanging in sweaty curls and then all the tentacles went rigid and the alien closed its eyes and everyone shouted their god’s name and fell to the floor in a heap. The alien took in its tentacles and replaced it’s under garments floated back up on its disc and then the purple blob flew off back towards the horizon.

That’s all I remember. I had my gun confiscated by the sheriff when we got to the hunting grounds as there were fifty holes in the roof of the bus that my parents would have to pay for.I don’t remember a thing about that.

The aliens were on the news again and tentacled the newsreaders while they were on air. It was funny.