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I sleep with my
top hat on these days.
It keeps the rabbits from
crawling out and running
away.

They are the safest close to
my brain when I sleep.
I don't want them eaten by
feral swine or to wander
off and drown in a vat of wine.

The magic show will
start soon, and I'll pull them
out when least expected.
The crowd will gasp and groan
when I saw the woman in half.

"It's just a trick,"  I yell.
"She's okay, sleight of hand...see."

They know better, the blood
isn't fake.
They see the horror of the
magician's life, even though
it entertains. We all wish it
was an illusion, but it's
showtime.
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my latest book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOOnc9BpmIg

Spring is almost here, which means I will be posting fishing videos as well.  I can't wait.  Here is a link to my latest book.
  2d Traveler
Jim
Meaning is an invisible lover.
She is unpredictable,
like the shifting sky.
When pain and coldness creep in,
she vanishes,
leaving you to weep alone.

But on a bright afternoon,
when sunlight pours over,
as birdsong drifts by,
even in solitude,
you can feel her near,
whispering softly.

This unseen lover—
sometimes a banner of crimson,
sometimes a field of untouched snow.

This endless waiting,
shapeless and unknown.
Perhaps you must claim a piece of earth,
build a house,
sweep it clean,
and bring her home.
Fix bayonets
Fray raiments
Make payments
Throw dice
Get poorly
Sing lowly
Suppose
That's not
So nice
Then linger
Dirge singer
Half chips
Half fried rice.
It must be love
Happiness high
No more dark
Clouds in my sky.
Warmth is flowing
Through my veins
Heart feeling good
No more pain.
We talk we hold hands
We start making
Wonderful plans,
But we all know
It’s all total crap
In the happiness trap.
Sweet.
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