“…it is just that
the invisible man wants to live,
much like the rest off us”
he started to slur at the end there.
and his tall barstool had two-of-four
legs on the concrete, titled merely so.
what happened next, anyone could
have guessed. body tumbling,
drink shattering, scene from an
american bar at 1:24 am. mild shock
at first, followed by surprise-induced
giggle.
“the fuck is this?” an entering barman
cries, aloud and angered. the crowd knows
as does the downed patron, (he’s been
educating all for an hour)
answered all together, as if it were a plan:
you only missed him! ‘twas the invisible man!