20th C. Gothic

The dreams aren't an effect of 
the meds, but an indication
The chemical industry's answer 
To nightmares woken
By angry ancestors
Whose taste don't run 
To ChemLawn on golf courses

The night trade winds don't
 have language, but sound
The tongues of recent centuries
Are cut off because the Buddha's helper's 
heads are cut off, 
Put on display,
 Tourist hallway ornaments. 

Shell lei's on the door handle
mean "Do Not Disturb"
Burnt offerings - and not gas flares -
might quiet the demons
but I doubt it. 

Just because they're up
and wandering and lost,
They want that everyone 
should sleep bad and pace at night?

Anyone who thinks it's cool 
To be haunted
Ain't been haunted