Game Over, Man. Game Over.
I was standing
on a sidewalk
with my friend.
Five aliens
towered above us.
The skies portended
inclement weather.
I asked one alien,
hairless and grey,
if it was indeed an alien
or a government hoax.
It looked at me and said,
“Yes, I am an alien.”
I looked at the alien next to it, and asked,
“For real?”
It said, “You distrust our words
because of our appearance,”
and started laughing.
Alien laughter
sounds like broken glass
and two kittens
in a garbage disposal.
I smiled
and asked
if we could play a game.
It smiled back
and replied
that it was already playing a game.
I took this to heart.
A hush fell over the sidewalk.
To exit the awkward silence,
I walked to a nearby parking lot.
Only dark clouds followed me.
There I waited
for the rain to fall.