A Poem by Chase Gagnon

Universal 

I wonder if aliens write poetry,

comparing their love to the endless stars in their dusty red sky

where our sun is just a faint flicker. 

Do they write with technology beyond ours

or do they still dip their quills into a jar of ink

as dark as the universe between us? 

I wonder what other worlds have spilled their tears

onto a page stroked by the pen

of a mentally unstable genius,

who let his soul gush from out the pores of his gray skin

and travel down his arm 

to the tip of a silver pen 

empty of whatever substance would mark the paper. 

 

 

 

Chase Gagnon is a college freshman from Detroit, currently enrolled in the local community college. He is a recluse who stays up all night reading old books, drinking coffee, and playing Xbox... all while attempting to write decent poetry. His poems have appeared in places such as Otoliths, Modern haiku, Teen Ink, Cattials, and Bones, just to name a few.