sharing (with incidental pic)

novels i didn’t write - number 129

 

sharing

 

it’s a simple enough premise

 

in some ways i’m good at it

sure you can have a bite of my sandwich

no big deal

 

every time we speak or write

i guess that’s sharing

even when we talk to ourselves

or

scrawl an angst-fuelled poem for the bin

 

now take a leap with me

(could even be a quantum leap)

join me in the world of science fiction

i’ve lived there since i was a kid

everything from space opera to post-apocalyptic parables

and

i’ve always had this nag-‘n’-gnawing idea

that i could do one for myself

 

i’d start with a simple premise …..

sharing

 

i forget whether i licked a big yellow pencil or fired up windows 95

but

i got down to it

i figgered on an alien invasion

there’s always a lotta mileage in an alien invasion

(and i don’t just mean the journey here - you dumb-ass critic)

i was tempted to go for gore and goo

(but i went off on a vice-presidential tangent and had to stop)

then decided on something more gentle

 

sure there was gonna be the original meeting - the insertion

take your pick between vicious reptilian and spooky glowing orb

this means the off-world guys get their teeth

(maybe literal and metaphorical)

into joe average’s spinal cord

and then ……..

 

and then the doorbell rang

hey man said my friend there’s music on tonight

let’s get over there

sink a few

sit in and swing

 

so for the next few sometimes

i left mankind’s nervous systems unharmed

(albeit besmirched by green saliva)

 

what can i tell ya

there was guinness

the blues

life just seemed to get in the way

 

but

there came a night

or

blue and misty day

when i tried again

you see - my aliens weren’t bloodsuckers

they didn’t take predatory chopsticks to human grey matter

no

once they were in situ

they just sent out warm and comforting thoughts

hey man (or woman or person if you got pc paranoia)

they whispered to the subconscious

that’s a neat idea

don’t worry - everything’s fine

 

sounds like nothin’ huh

but

it worked better than any evil scientist’s wmd

 

people stopped talking

no need

when there’s a voice in your head

yeah cries dumb-ass again

but said that talking to yourself was …….

no need

when there’s a voice in your head

 

all you needed was there

(or so the voice would tell)

no need

to shit shower shave or eat

no need for anything

no interaction

you’re plugged into an empathic abyss

 

society would shrivel like the scrotum of a desiccated donkey

 

i was really on a move here

ideas rattling like cerebral castanets

 

then …………….

 

what you doin’ baby

you still workin’ on that story

why’n’t you come to bed

 

 

in my mind

i saw that hair fanned out over the pillow in the half-light

felt the warmth

of

midnight breath

 

so i left my alien headfillers

clambered up the stairs to a whole new galaxy

 

sharing

 

it’s a simple premise …………….

 

sharing

 

(but that’s another story)

 

…………………………………………………

 

 

Done