one hand and two doves
an elephant hiding in the gloves
three fingers and one ring
a broken boat that wouldn't sink
seven ounces written in
words in the air without ink
a wizard dancing on the moon
making the flowers bloom
In gloom of the room
weaving stars in mid-air
for the witch on the broom
falling down in rain and petals on
a body cut half in two
doctor wouldn't know what to do
severed head served on a plate
eyes admiring the view
a gypsy sitting on the chair
wrapped in clothes and hair
Talking to a floating head
asking for directions
to a headless body awaiting
an embrace and dissection
a man hiding in anothers flesh
vanishing in thin air
the scent of ****** blood
eclipsing all everywhere
candles burning in shadows
a river of wax dripping from an ear
molten corpses whispering
in more tongues they can hear
near the box that swallows
every word that has been spoken
flesh falling from the bones
fresh and rotten
as the wand touches the hat
and a hand caresses an eye
reaching deep inside the abyss
so every card can live a lie
in the shade that falls across
glittering butterflies in the sky
the ones staring in the mirror
might lose their eyes
and go blind
before they can even hear the words.