JULIAN: A glowing green
Computer screen
Shines upon my six saltines, and
As I digest them one by one, I think about my girl.
She's gone.
A radar blip
Could be a ship,
Or just a broken microchip, and
As I inspect them one by one, I hope it's just a system malfunction, and I wonder:
Will she be faithful?
Will she be mine, if he makes a move on her?
My broken toe
A UFO;
I'm paralyzed, and it gets closer, and
As I re-check the radartron, I think about phasers set on stun, and I wonder:
Will she be faithful?
Will she be mine, if he makes a move? And...
Should I be fearful, or should I try
To soothe my nerves and get some sleep?
RADARTRON: The blip is a ship.
Twenty-six thousand feet long,
And fifty million beings strong.
These sentient life forms
Live in space dorms.
They have large brains and claws,
Razor-like mandibles,
And protrusions like straws.
Caution. Danger.
JULIAN: Will she be faithful?
Will she be mine, if he makes a move? And...
Will they be peaceful? Or will they try to disembowel me in my sleep?