there is no
magic
in the world
it is but an
illusion
a
smokescreen
putting your hand
in a hat
and finding
nothing
it is a
sawn in half
magic carpet
that has fell
from grace
into
a sealed trunk
immersed in water
a quarter
not found
behind your ear
a flower bouquet
with faded
and lost
petals
head hung
in shame
YOU ARE READING
barbed wire
PoetryA collection of strange little poems that really don't fit anywhere else. Part of my 2019-2020 Poetry Challenge.
