Star-Crossed Anthology – Nat1 Publishing:

He woke, stunned, in the craft’s twisted frame. 

They called him Stan, but that’s not his name. 

Authorities came to take him away. 

To poke him and prod him all night and day. 

Stan had no memory of life before this,

He let them know to be free was his wish.

Dozens of news trucks camped outside the gate,

And protesters showed up to advocate. 

Placards and banners for alien rights,

“Free Stan!” they chanted, preparing to fight.

President Swift met Stan two months later,

His charm and charisma working to sway her.

She spoke to the crowd which grew more each day,

“We have to release him, the experts do say.

He poses no threat to our way of life,

Leave him alone and release him from strife.”

Stan said goodbye to the government lab

With stipend enough to pay for a cab.

To earn enough cash for rent and for food,

He went on talk-shows, their questions were rude.

“Why is your skin such a weird shade of blue,

Scaly, and bumpy like an old leather shoe?”

“Why do you have that creepy third eye,

On top of your head, looking up to the sky?”

Stan had no answers, he just didn’t know,

Who, what or why, so he went with the flow.

After a while he was no longer news,

Replaced by that singer who jumped off a cruise.

Stan started work in the shop down the street, 

Selling smokes and chips and mystery meat.

He passed the time by keeping things clean,

Until he saw her by the slushy machine.

Beautiful smile, so funny and smart,

Sue Smith soon stole all four of his hearts.

She saw past his tail and hand of six thumbs,

And boldly brought Stan back home to her mum.

Ma Smith cracked the door, let out a shriek

“Who is this monster? Get out you freak!

No kid of mine will date an E.T.”

She was enraged, so Stan chose to flee.

Stan ran fast to the scene of his crash

Wished his memory back in a flash.

A breeze touched his face, Stan opened his eyes.

The ship in the sky was massive in size.

A voice from above boomed, “Finally you’re found!

We’ve searched for so long, get up off the ground.”

Stan blinked a few times, memory rushed back.

His real name, his mission, his pet flabershack.

“Garfink! Thank Lombor, I’m finally saved!

Let’s leave here right now, this planet’s depraved.

Stan rose to his feet, eyes set on the ship,

When a noise from afar made his hearts flip.

Sue loudly called out, “Stan, where’d you go?”

“Mother’s a fool; she just doesn’t know.”

“I can’t stay here.” Stan said with regret,

“The only good thing is that it’s where we met.”

“I’ll come with you now; I’ve thought it all through.

On Earth or up there, I only want you.”

Up, up they rose, his thumbs held her hand

Together they’d find a new place to land.