The Fortune Cookie Gods

The Fortune Cookie Gods
He's messing with me,
the invisible man.
He comes to me in my dreams.

Invisible face,
half way a being,
half way a presence,
half way a prayer.

He turns out lights and he knocks on walls,
the little green man living in us all.

Conquer the lust,
conquer the fear,
conquer your dreams.
You're half way there.

8:19pm 1-4'-15
Three gunshots slice through the night.
Then a car starts.

(Don't look, don't you dare.
Don't be a witness.
Lay down,
pretend you don't care.)

They drive away quickly.

(Silence)

Stay there.

All quiet.
Wind blowing,
A body is bloating,
spoiling in the mid-summer air.

(Someone else can find it there.)

But while monsoons pour water,
cutting like knives,
cleaning and opening your wounds.

Guilt spins cobwebs like spiders,
as the power inside us,
trades our lives for our spirit.

Get out of there,
too long,
and too scared.

You're a brave bastard lad,
but without a mind, without a care.

Still,
the invisible man is always here.