Lillies and Ghosts

Aliens in Fleece Jackets

Can't you see them?

They walk like us,

Talk like us,

Flock in blocks like us.

At night, you can feel their eyes,

But they do not scare you,

Because you think they are us.

"I love him", you'll say,

Because, his drums,

They sound well with your,

Down-tuned bass guitar.

Aliens wear Fleece jackets,

With black bangs.

Aliens crawl on my floor,

Speaking through vibrations,

And metaphors.

You love them, 

They sound pretty.

But you do not know what they are saying.