"abracadabra" poems
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
Artificial abracadabra
Gibberish grammar
Intriguing illusions
Confused crowds
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
Once upon a time, a long time ago
There was a little boy with a grimy flow
I used to hear him rap in Chicago everyday
And this is what I heard him say…….
He say **** like, he be like….
Ah! and I'm a *********** biter
The size of the incises inside ya might surprise ya
You might need rewind to decipher my cyphers
Ain't nothing on this world worth more than my saliva
I go so hard when I'm flowing
So cold my flows frozen
I'm a rowboat rowing in an open ocean
And I'm hoping, to blow up with no promotion
But dam, those explosions are so slow motion
So, I need some honey bees to pollinate my money trees
Cause fuckery of companies, accompanies that come between
A couple bucks and me, turned my orange juice to Sunny-D
Hide the cash for food stamps, no way i'm funded publicly
I'm hungry, but not for sandwiches I'm ambitious
A panhandler with gram plans and last wishes
Ask for the last table scraps you can't finish
Sell em back when you digest, and I repackage it
Abracadabra, I'm an alchemist, my magic tricks are acting as contaminates
I damage this establishment
They enacted bans on urban camping
If you ask them how they sleep at night the answer is
Happily on mattresses
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
There are many definitions of pride,
All in which, are perceived from a side,
Notable opinions indeed when we’re addressing the dogma that arise when mind project words that express one; wise,
However, it’s all contrary to me,
Pride isn’t something relating belief,
It can’t be put aside if it’s beyond side; choice/time,
Egoist defined when declined, rejoice inclined,
I can’t respond to a situation,
There’s no resolution when living unconditional and uncertain,
I am beyond interpretation,
I do not allude in illusions and wonder why they’re certain,
Abracadabra Hocus-Pocus...
Omm, “This State Farm jingle isn’t workin,”
AHP; “Magic”; Ouroboros,
Analytical Hierarchy Perspective on Serpent,
“They have power; They influence the course of events with supernatural forces”
That’s Magic?
The law of attraction; influencing life with thoughts; Quantum Mechanics, Force is,
Say “attract it,”
Demographics defining diplomatic, power be to the tree that’s aristocratic,
Problematic if geographic determines what’s democratic,
Tragic when ethnography constitutes what’s archetypal and habitual;
A classic ritual opposite of obsolete; of course bigotries automatic,
Bring back the art of holographic,
I’m leaning back like Crack if it’s dogmatic,
I do not understand how we understand species before intelligent and acknowledge intelligence like we never had it,
As if dyslexia was a natural condition; as if this ability was somehow previously hidden so with awareness became magic,
Freedom of speech,
“But I don’t like your words, sir”
Freedom to be,
“Those are not the clothes I prefer, sir”
Being discrete,
“He’s not in my position, he must concur”
Oh, What is believed?
They’re obligated to assumptions, so they infer most-
Too much pride will **** a man,
By picking a side he’ll lose a hand,
If using his pride he’s sure to win,
If losing his mind; insane a friend,
Clueless of time; he’ll never die,
Til P take a Ride, and replace his pride with another man’s.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
**** serenely amid the surround-sound system and break the sound barrier and remember what *** appeal there may be in celibacy. As far as possible without surrender be located on voluptuous bafflegabs amongst squillions creatures. Jabber your clean breast ravishingly and revealingly; and bug to odds, even the dead from the neck up and half—baked; they too **** their mythical being. Lynch yobbish and Eurosceptic creatures, they are hot potatoes to the spunk. If you calibrate yourself with the aid of genetically modifieds you may become naff and disgusting; for always there will be juicier and grosser girls than yourself. Fuck your bear and ragged staffs as well as your carcasses. Acropolis caressed inside your cough up jackboot, however uncouth; *** appeal is a **** abracadabra at the sign of the channel—hopping weathercocks of porridge. Cock sadomasochist in your pigeon filths; for the big bang theory is chock—full of Piltdown man. Nevertheless let this not ********* you to what pith there is; thick celebrities have a crack at for foul—smelling specimens; and in all quarters ***** is oozing of exhaustion. Touch yourself. To cap it all **** not ape where the shoe pinches. Neither be cheeky about ****** ergo chez the ******* type of oodles menopause and double whammy schoolgirl complexion is as shrinkproof as the Antichrist. Treat like **** out of charity the tax collector of the yonks, buxomly jettisoning the seed of the vigorousness. Give **** enormousness of ***** to fluoridate you inside eye—opening extremity. But do not abuse yourself using crooked paintings. Noisy funks are impregnated of knock up and stiffness. Over the hills and far away a **** straitjacket, touch affectionate *** yourself. You are a brat of the swarms, no less than the crab apples and the diamond geezers; you have a right to breathe from end to end. And whether or no or not *** appeal is plain as a pikestaff to you, nay no grit the not peanuts is spreadeagling as the body beautiful should. Ergo be at titbit with Fetish whatever you inseminate him to be posted, and whatever your alpha—fetoprotein tests and farts inside the full—throated nymphomaniacs of ***** wigwam come—hither look using your ****** intercourse. With all *** appeal’s tattie bogle, slavery and mutilated musclemen, the body beautiful is still a tall, dark and handsome big bang theory. Stand pert. Die in the attempt to be boozed up.
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC
swing the magic wand, abracadabra
you appear like waterfall in Sahara
drop a penny into a wishing well
our hands touched and our hearts fell
boxes of questions, nothing seem true
yet when I choose one, I found you
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
My heart is fluttering so much
Seeing you makes me happy, we should keep in touch
I'm twinkling continuously like a star
I want to fly while playing a guitar
You know, laughter is timeless
Imagination has no age, you can be a princess
Dreams are forever, it's okay if you make a mess
I'll sprinkle my pixie dust on you, don't be shy to express
I admit that I'm not modest like Cinderella
I'm not graceful like queen Elsa
I'm not sophisticated like Aurora
But I can show you an overflowing charisma and a little bit of abracadabra
I will always be your Tinkerbell
Don't hesitate to talk to me, I won't yell
All you need is faith and trust
And of course the most important thing, pixie dust
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
Alam mo ba may panahon akong gustong gusto kong
matutong magmahika, yung bang isang abracadabra
ko lang nandito kana. nandito ka. Hindi ko maipinta,
segundo, minuto, oras ikay gusto lagi kasama.
Alam mo ba napawow ako sa sobra **** ganda, kaso
natatakot ako na baka sa isang araw magmagic ka
at bigla ka nalang mawala na tila ba'y alabok at bula.
Syempre pangako sayo, hinding hindi ko hahayaan
na mawala ka, hahanapin kita kahit saan, mabisto lang
kita. Mahal, wag ng tumakas pa.
Dito ka nalang sa piling ko sinta. Pagmamahal ay buo,
di na makukulangan pa. Sayo'y wala ng hihigit pa.
Kaya wala ng paligoy ligoy pa, Mahal na kita.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
I don't know what Jonas has been preaching,
There's a pigmie on the roof
And claymores in the kitchen.
I never rejected nothing
Cept when I was dazed and dazed and confused and confused
If I wanted to leave
I would use the door I saved for later
That leads out into the void.
I need to take a day away
Or breakdown and watch Casablanca all day long...
Because I thought it was a forever song I was singing,
But I'm out of tune,
And my rheumy eyes are liars,
And I want to christen my great granddaughter
But I'll be dead...
I just wanted my declarations to resound,
But in a town of disrespect
Chain link fences make for noisy neighbors.
I have every bit of it on the line for YOU.
I'll drop it,
But it will stand on end,
Like a trick quarter.
Four in the morning
Forty five caliber bullets blasting
I found myself in the backseat
Of a burned up police car.
Every thing is rotten,
Except the infantine seamstress
Who doesn't come out anymore,
Because you scar(r)ed her.
I just wish I could eat a bag of salt brine soaked
Ballpark peanuts, shells and all without having a **** stroke.
I wish I could, smoke, without Jiminy Cricket, calling my doctor,
And the red squad arriving with the straight jackets,
And the bear mace.
I can't project the rigght radiation,
I get that, but its not for lack of dying.
So this is my death letter, to be read to my reincarnated infant self
Twenty three times, by twenty four different people,
I want a life size wax model of Eeivel Keneival
To throw rice at me thrice
Once for each marriage,
But on the third throw wild rice
Because that is what I think of when I think of you.
The burglar ate my begging strips
And the ravenous dog
Is getting impatient....
I've seen the truth in the darkness of the soldier core.
Why not open the gate to abracadabra land,
Give me a list of your one thousand forms
In code of course,
And I will pay the piper
So he can finally change this doggone song.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 6:56 AM UTC
Once upon a midnight, dreary,
Top Hattie twinkles, lipstick smeary,
...spinning girls like Mischief Managed all glittery on the ball room floor,
I was taken, most completely.
...Batting lashes indiscreetly.
D'lilac lips that pouted sweetly, a Circus Girl that knew the score.
I pinched myself, could i be dreaming?
Of this Nymph, this Empress gleaming?
was her Diva charm misleading? Shoe Addicted Troubadour.
A Siren in Styletto thrilled me,
Abracadabra wish fulfilled me,
......Medusa eyes that drew, yet stilled me- Retro-Futuristic roar.
Like an Airborn Unicorn descending,
advanced upon me unpretending.
my heart of Dragon Scales extending for this Cupcake Thief I'd cover for.
"Mirror Mirror" she whispered, smirking.
Countessa Fluorescent had caught me lurking,
and sent my Great Pink Planet jerking, Cosmopopping, Centrifuchia war.
My Beautiful Rocket was set to swinging,
No She Didn't hear the ringing
in my ears the Twilight singing, to the Limest Criminal on the floor.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 7:17 PM UTC
one undead sed to one too undead: "id **** for a romancer whos a necromancer."
Well, abracadabra with just an ounce of my magic
i produce half a cadavre and then the other half grab it and shake it until it blabbers:
"well im awake but id rather be underground with dead matter."
and though ive never been sadder i had to grab her and stab her a thousand times in such patterns
that all was left were mere tatters, talk about beaten and battered as all the pieces were scattered
(i made em smaller and flatter til they looked good so i blabbered):
"you look amazing"- "im flattered"
she sed but that didnt matter. im just a ****** whos madder than Hell oh well whats it matter
the feelings of a mad hatter madder than other mad hatters collaboratively dont matter
in fact the maddest just happens to have had all his dreams shattered.
evacuate bowels and bladder. souls eaten, demons get fatter, eternal state of dead palar,
dying in Hell, almost had her. god ****
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
-Audience!
Prepare for the magic act
*Hypnotically launching attacks
upon the helpless masses*
Won't pull a rabbit from a hat,
Rather false-flaggish gaffs
Practically exposed to radioactive madness
*(Feel the hurt disappear like doves
Gloriously soaring out your ***
Hijack these hijinks
Whilst laughing maniacally
Tornado alley to the trailer-park mentality
I call this a helluva brainstorm,
High-velocity lethality
Compose yourselves
Are your brain-stems intact?
-Okay. Now
*f
o
l
l
o
w
the swing
of
my pendulous
p e n m a n s h i p
Drearily drift into dreamy trance,
While I attempt
to initialize a feat
of mass hypnotization
Enchantingly dip
into deep illusory corridors
of thoughts limitless*
(Pay no attention
to any slippage,
Mental or otherwise
It's already dripping out your ears
& the seat of your pants)
Real ****
no gimmicks!
Abracadabra
Propaganda
Extravaganza
Gaze into my crystal ball
Mouths agape in awe
While I slay and lay waste
indiscriminate to the faceless plague
Come one, come all!
Phantom sorcerer I am, conjuring
unfathomable horrors
To the collective mind
procured through sleight-of-hand
Voila!
Still with us?
Alright, hold your breath
until you finally wake up
And illuminate the bogus
Hocus pocus front
♠ ♥ ♣ ♦
Shuffle the deck,
Reset Earth's debts
In a fabulous show
of m i s d i r e c t i o n
♠ ♥ ♣ ♦
Now, Ladies & Gents!
For my final performance
With this rope,
Suspended from the throat
I am going to bulls-eye myself
In the frontal lobe
Dead-center
In front of all you people
With this
.40 caliber desert eagle!
Graciously donated by our very own NWO
(applause)
This one's sure to be mind-blowing folks.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
his magic was very potent
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
that man of wizardry
has me where he wants me
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC
Welcome to my magic show
Where only the brave dare to go;
Beyond the depths of reality
Hidden under lock and key.
There's not rabbit in a hat, no graceful dove,
Just an angel with broken wings, fallen from above.
There's no illusion, no trick of scorn;
Only a lonely girl, tattered and torn
Welcome to the freakshow, look through the glass.
She cowers in fear, gazing at the points and laughs.
They mock, they tease,
They bring her to her knees.
With a desperate plea she lifts her eyes
And everyone sees she's a devil in disguise.
The confusion is evident on every face
This girl has a side that caused her to fall from grace.
Assumptions are made, a decision reached
Everyone with an opinion they morbidly preached
The girl lifts her hands in absolute fear
And in a flash of smoke she disappeared.
I hope you enjoyed the show
Where she went, you may never know.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
Women can be men
Men can be women
People can be people
We didn’t write the feeling...
Stars can be supernovas
Meaning can be mending
And paintings can bend
And walls can return...
And shapes of architecture become earth
Lovers can be lovers
Leavers can believe us
Lights, camera, action, order, disorder
Dysphoria, euphoria
Academia, abracadabra
The moon, *** sun and laughter
Instantaneousness
Osmosis
Fear, friction, distance, pure bliss
Bubble toting aqua world
Top this...
Freedom, collaboration
Emancipation, cognification
Celebration...
Millenniums of us saving, changing...
What we actually are eventually...
One surging sway of soul-light soldered angels
Morphing from an oceanic abyss…
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
his magic was very potent
he kept a love potion up his sleeve
he magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
he magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
that man of wizardry
he has me where he wants me
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
Abracadabra
Now you see it,
now you don’t
Love
Some say it is magic
and it must be
because it sure did
disappear quickly
Now if only that magic
could mend the heart it broke
when it did
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
You say I don’t need a poem
to capture the day in a frame and tuck it
beneath my pillow
But I’d like to have it there in case I forget
the way the armadillo on the side of the road
lay belly up, beer bottle in paw
a redneck's respects for the deceased
or the feeling of three in the morning
pounding in my skull, soaking in memories
trivia pursued and articles of obfuscation: the elucidation of the world
seen through bottle-green binoculars and heard
through the neighbor's windchimes ringing out diminished sevenths
and questions I don't want to answer
or even ask out loud
I want to tuck it in my wallet
for times that I can't remember your faces
or the scent of your shampoo, or the order of keychains
on your keyring, or the times we drove to East Jesus Nowhere
and you ripped the leaves from my calendar, ticking
and turning my seasons by the mile markers in the cement
I do this to engrave it in my cerebrum
the nights we ran outside in our pajamas in the rain
and danced for a while, then danced some more,
turning and leaping and spinning and reaching
and falling down to weep for no reason
mourning the morning
among the sharpened blades of grass
You laughed at me once
remember that? how you scoffed and snatched
my paper from my spiral and stuffed it in the trash can
telling me not to write fiction in history class
but it's just as much history as every other Jefferson
another amendment you'll never read
But I forgive you. you're not the first
to tell me to get my feet out of the clouds
because my head's already gone too far for saving
or to attempt to stifle my addiction to
the scratch of pen on paper
the scent of ink on tree
the pulse of blood in my brain
I cling to syntax like religion
keeping the words pinched in my fists like pixie dust
hoping if I say the right abracadabra
the pen will turn to a wand
and I can paint you the details
one day at a time
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 8:40 PM UTC
Abracadabra
Was the last word that I said
In hopes that you my dear
Would disappear
from the thoughts inside my head
I so wish it were magic
I so wish it were true
That all of this could really happen
And that I could forget about you
But as it now stands
With nothing up my sleeve
The memory of you
I'm afraid will never leave
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
BROKEN ABRACADABRA
My uncle shimmers
as he walks
as if the sun has got him
and shakes him
until he walks
like waves.
His gait all
heat haze.
He's a walking
reflection
as if the air
were water.
He looks like
he's a dream
made of summer
but he is the real thing
a solid Uncle Michael.
I expect his voice
to waver with the heat
but his words
stay steady
whittled out of love
like wood.
I am up a tree.
He can't see me.
The branch below me has sn-
-apped
and I am wondering like a cat
how in hell I am
going to get down.
Up here in the air
the farm is the map
of itself.
I share a branch with a bird
and a small cloud.
Uncle goes on looking for me
his voice searching the everywhere
but I am a nowhere.
His voice trying to pull me
out of thin air
like a magician would
but it's not good.
I am half sky half tree half child
...do the maths.
I feel like a white rabbit
lost inside a top hat.
He died one sunny Sunday
******* a sweet in the blue van.
I still see him
walking out of the sun
his body shivering
with the heat
as if he is a dream
calling my name
like an abracadabra.
I sit in the silence
in the middle of my sky
lost in that forever
summer
wondering how to get back
down on solid ground
calling his name
like a broken magic spell
always trying to find him
even though I can't
...find my self.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
Oh, you’re so cute
You think you can fix it
You think you can find a magic word
To make it **** and fly away
How about as you writhe and scream
You’re not as cute starved half to death
Shall I gorge you now
On the finest food around?
Where are your magic words now, little miss?
You’ve lost them, haven’t you
Tsk tsk
And it’s not yet poofed and flown away.
You’re no longer cute, not in the least
Do you hate the child you were?
The child whose search for magic words
Led it right into the eager maw of the world
Now you’ve given up each shred of hope
Soon I’m sure you’ll rise to my throne of taunts
But before you go, so thoroughly beaten
There’s one last little thing I must tell you.
There was a word
It was there all along
The abracadabra you sought for so long
Now!
Away to your kingdom of torture and lies
I know you’ll enjoy it, as I have mine
And remember that word that you’ll never find
For it will inflict on your subjects the keenest pain they’ll ever know.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
Hurricane Mathew
I ask a third or fourth time,
When is it supposed to hit?
I ask
one second time later
But it's the
New day
Not a one
And not a
crucial
piercing
blue day
A simple tiny little
You
Day
Reformat
My mind from memories
Thinking then
Then the thought
making steps
a bit more pleasant
Healing the try and burning the gauze
For a brighter
(And th3n)
purified future
The outcome father,
Has me quoting melodies
Closing my eyes
So that now I am seeing
My childhood's house burn
I chew the candy now
Pink...
... moving lobes
Moving...
the boys scratching your newly
(Insert ****** possibly insectuous) painted siding
And that wasn't remembering
That was
(Or is it now)
Over and over
And it's over
Oh so oh oh
I mix my mediums
You've made a mistake
I mixed my mediums
Betrayed by blood magic
A sequence of sounds
The pen
A barn
And my
((And mine alone))
Crystallization
.
I wondered once
And surfed
I lied once
And shivered
I woke up
And spoke once
A pool of blood
((Nurses telling you))
It's a lot of blood
And the drummers shake
My death
My . .
I wish to say
My pen leaks
Wish and pray because of Saturday
So today I stay
A madman
Oh...
so
mad
Man
Breathe wind breathe .
Breathing.
Win.
Win but breathe.
The shorter term breeze
And you'd say (I hope)
There he goes again.
Argh she blows.
Again.
And I continue this
A death without
A death tasting oh but so foul
Picture me as I stay asleep
A microphone's pop
Ad
And the sweetest feeling of kissing me
Not knowing
I cramp too soon
And I hide
bug poison
In my thinning hair
But what is that?
Virulity is
And power....
And all of this....
It is abracadabra
It is alakazam.
Life is a few minced words..
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
You say you got tricks.....
I'm waiting, I don't see anything special...
are they in your hat, or your magical bag...OH WAIT
the tricks are up your sleeve...
...BOY PLEASE... you don't really think I believe???
Wave you magic wand a couple more times
don't forget your rhymes
for magic words...
abracadabra maybe a lil' hocus pocus
What about supercalifragilisticepialidotions....POOF!!
hmmmm... OH NOTHING------
because you're full of **** & really, really bad lies
Oh my, my I WAS right surprise, surprise
The ball was never in your court, not a little....
not at all
You are not a royal court jester, you have no jokes
Tried to fool me, you can't, not with any of your tries
So guess what sucka, jokes on you
Rejected & through with it all
stop trying, there's no crying in this game
& don't point fingers at me, it's yourself you need to blame
I caught you up, like a private detective, some Veronica Mars skills
Be glad I'm not on a mission like either one of the **** Bills
Did you get the picture,
is it clear yet?
Probably not since you don't know how to use your mind
I'll leave you to ponder
Word of advice though so you won't be pondering forever, the answer isn't easy to see...
because there's nothing to see
If you don't get it still,
It depends on how you feel & with rejection how well you deal
If you don't believe what I tell you now, maybe in 20 more years when you're still alone, you can see I was being real
I guess for now just fix your magical talent
more practice is required, since talent is lack thereof
good thing this wasn't a beauty pageant
surely you would've lost the talent portion, as well as overall beauty
enough with all of this mess
& your brain still trying to process
I'm NOT interested, not now & I wasn't then either
this is called rejection, my feelings won't change
I bet you're still confused like Alice in Wonderland
....I guess you'll just never understand
but I'll always have the upper hand.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he cast a spell on me
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion in his satchel
that man of wizardry
he kept a love potion in his satchel
his magic was very potent
he kept a love potion in his satchel
his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
his magic was very potent
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
it attracted me like a magnet
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
I was drawn into his proximity
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
his abracadabra wand so satiates
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
sublime is the sorcery he employs
he has me where he wants me
that man of wizardry
he has me where he wants me
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
Underwhelmed with modern magic, I let myself be taken
to a party on a strange night.
Like you, I let my lips whisper abracadabra and
kept my fears in one subtle hand.
Like you, I wanted to vanish the crowd
under a napkin -
to palm everyone into a cup under the table,
leaving a beaming new face - radiant eyes and unfamiliar tricks -
to abandon all the showmanship
exactly where it belongs.
And when all the faces peeled away to
a lively midnight wilderness
you were there, a magician
and prestidigitated into smoke and mirrors
every artifact of doubt.
There is nothing I would like more than
to have a drink with you
to have a cigarette with you
to have anything at all with you
and learn your secrets:
A longing for names unmentioned and eyes still incredulous,
and a reverence for fairy dust.
Watching the room empty,
hearing the soft chatter of their private marvels
we are alone, as we ached to be,
here, to tell our secrets, and they are these:
we are in discord with love
skeptics, so unfit for
the careless faith and
grasping vigilance of hearts our age.
Now, in this cabaret,
"goodnight" is ensorcelled into a curse, and
"come with me," a necromancy uttered
to give to dead hopes new dimensions.
Here, I would read every book under the sun,
work my fingers into knotted idleness,
believe in every fantasy
to learn your secrets.
Under the snowfall, we kiss like Chinese rings
but you know as well as I do
that quick enchantments are a thin fable,
and instant magic does not exist.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 10:45 AM UTC