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Jon Tobias
Poems
Aug 2011
When I Wanted to be a Magician
From the age of 7 to yesterday
I wanted to be a magician
I wanted to saw people in half
And make friends with tigers
I wanted so badly
To own the smoke and mirrors
That distorted the world in front of me
It was in my blood
This house was built on rigged floorboards
I can fall from any height when the rug is pulled
And land safely
I am practiced in
Slight of hand
And slight of tongue
My voice is a distraction
Only convincing because of the
Way it builds
Causing whoever is listening
To expect something magical to happen
Hocus Pocus
It really is magic to think that time and time
Again
You’ll listen
And believe me
There is nothing up my sleeve
I am still trying to find stitches
Big enough to reattach the parts of you
I sawed away
And hammers big enough to smash the mirrors I used
To lie about the way we look when we’re together
And the smoke
So much smoke building
Like a fire that was never meant to be put out
There is a fire escape
Right behind the trap door
To this whole thing
You know my tricks
You know all my secrets
You’ve fanned through all the pages of my work
Just know
You can leave any time
Right over there
Next to my pens and my poetry
Past the loose floorboards
And the hanging body of my last assistant
Is the EXIT sign
Written by
Jon Tobias
San Diego
(San Diego)
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