Fortune Cookies
Fortune cookies
Fortune cookies for lost fortune man
On skinny man with pale face
Is black t-shirt overpriced;
Japanese symbols are pink,
“Lost fortune” is written with white.
In the center is skull
Of someone who wore it before.
Looks like a robot or marionette,
Who wants to change his second view role.
So, “Lost fortune” came in cafe.
It’s on the other side of the street.
Where theater opens the doors
Of the room-dramas and dreams.
Shoebox size, mosaic floor,
Projector-free ticket to the museum:
Exposition of Monet and Kalo,
Turkish coffee and slow Arabic musi’c.
Ex actress. Now the waitress,
Day by day, meets so many faces,
Carries an ornament plate, wearing no laces,
Is coming to you, to give half of the moon pieces.
It’s Bad and doesn’t taste good.
Was the letter always inside
Or materialized with the authors look?
That’s a bad habit.
He knows who are you
And why have you come,
Though, he won’t loose chances to mock.
If you were him, you would probably like.
Fortune cookies for lost fortune man...
You’ve still got sense of humor, yes you have!
And you are the greatest in checks.
Long on no any color in cheeks.
You’ve read me-I’ll read it
Supper in mind with
Till the next crossroad-
One point-to put two commas,
The favorite place for “forget”.
Crumpled life recipes
Are sewn into the lining of jacket,
On the bottom of pocket and bag.
Number of fortune cookies-
Enough to burn the whole state,
But not enough to light a small flat.
You’ve still got sense of humor, yes you have!
Another evening.
Don’t remember what was the season.
Maybe all at one time.
Yesterday’s checks, menu and guests.
One fortune cookie’s on plate,
Actress waitress is having on hand.
No one is around.
Hope, it’s not for me.
Break it.
That was the last.
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