andrew delapruch

though i've no sympathy for the 'devil'
(as there exists no such thing) ,
i got to feel that one must have
sympathy for the visitors-
if any self-respecting alien
felt the need to stop their space cruiser
on the way to some interesting place,
here,
on this intergalactic equivalent of a
foul smelling
highway
rest stop-
whose graffiti laden vending machine
sitting out front,
doesn't even hold cans of the
outdated soda pictures &
whose bathroom filled with ex-pop stars
jerking off to pictures of little boys,
meth heads insufflating their life away,
prostitutes sucking off old men or
just unclean shit-stained walls,
might not hold the luster
that other wonderfully bright stars out there
may shine throughout the
universe,
i would stand out in the middle of the
parking lot,
surrounded by airstrip lighting
with flares bubbling fire in my hands
waving up at the sky like a madman
hoping they'd see me & know
to fly on by &
save themselves the disgust.