Greedy Cosmic Interlopers

Orphaned cloud, transient,

traversing.

Long deluge of shaped beings

overcoming the speed of light.

I walked with you last week

in Kansas.

Shape-shifting energy,

transform me.

But you don't.

You greedy cosmic interlopers.

I stand here waiting till the armadillo

loses his armor

and decides he has a better chance

as a domesticated rat.

What fortune awaits us

on the moon?

We will mine the dust

'cause the dust in Kansas

isn't enough.

I figure

let them have the moon

and be done with it.

But they are hungry for Mars too.

It's the red dust, they say.

Snort it up your nose.

Good shit.

Megalomaniac, deluded elf.

You magical creature

of the forest,

the ocean,

the dust.

Our dust.

Divinity is having its field day

with you.

Let's move it along

to singularity.

Like pulling a bandage.

It wont hurt if you do it quick.

But you pulled the umbilical cord instead.

Flat line on the monitor.

Player one out.

High score reached.

Klinking of a new quarter

in the machine.

I can play all night.

No school tomorrow.