can't write a script
for the magic man
all smoke and mirrors
stilettoed hands
tight-ropes water
ripped up palms
wakens talitha
puts your head in the sand
sips wine from water
has no fixed abode
feeds a god delusion
on a lonely road
pulls bread from a hat
with a sat-nav for fish
a sixth-sense near sycamores
a real death-wish
wakes up acting
like he never got hit
puts your fist in his side
makes you think he's legit
when he walks through walls
there's nowhere to hide
as he goes up in smoke
leaves for you to decide.
posted for poetry jam
prompt: do you believe in magic?
has a sat nav for fish...you know they had to think him pretty crazy back in the day...but his wit...man he could turn their accusations on a dime...smiles...
ReplyDeleteGood one!
ReplyDeletenice! wish i could come up with something this good at the grocery store!
ReplyDeletethank you for participating at Poetry Jam!
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dani
Lovely ... your poems display real magic !!!
ReplyDeleteMaybe he is a ghost if he goes up in smoke and mirrors ~ Nice one ~
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this. Your words were magic.
ReplyDeleteLots of mystery in this one--l guess that is the point of your magic man! Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteReally magical... love your imagination... brilliant..
ReplyDeleteVivid imagery and cool lyrical style - well done sir!
ReplyDeleteas he goes up in smoke
ReplyDeleteit's for you to decide.
I love it!
Enjoyed the magic you weaved about the magic....
ReplyDeleteI could follow the magic man past the sycamores.
ReplyDeleteMagician of loaves and fishes and water into wine, well written.
ReplyDeletethanks for popping in man...i appreciate it...i hope all is well for you...
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