INSECT ALIEN ENCOUNTER

INSECT ALIEN ENCOUNTER

  I told the cockroach as it casually passed by my foot that I would not harm it.  The Motherfucker was as big as my thumb,  and one-hundred times tinier than the foot it braved to graze against, brushing the soul of my sole.
    A brave and mighty feat waiting for defeat within fate sent  from the commune as a sentient  being being seen to communicate without hate, with a simple message  to bring without the fucked fickle fuss which we all sing and is sung among all of us.
    "I will not harm you if you do not disturb me, and maybe you and I can live together in synchronicity."
    The cockroach cocked it's tiny head up to look at me, to truly see me, as I bowed my head to truly see him as he was there lying in filth as I was. In that moment we both realized that it was neither one of us nor the other who uttered these words to the other alone, but a mutual chorus of identical understanding  with him standing as I sat instead of standing with his crushed essence lying beneath my foot.
    I scratched the final wax box off of the lottery ticket and refused to look at it, to gaze at the final results of financial insults from elitist cults until I had one final shot of vodka......
    The cockroach, walking away, turned back around without a sound to speak once again with a new choice of voice written within his penniless pen.
    "I had one more thing to say....."
    I laid the winning ticket down to the ground before him like a fence and a gate
with unfiltered fettering fine filtered hate
fending off an unending friend with fate  
Quickly the cockroach scurried away
with nothing ever forever to say