in the evening of the magician
in the little square mid-performance
he spots his ex-wife in the crowd
she is walking away, her head resting
on the shoulder of another man
distracted at a crucial part of the act
the magician cuts his assistant’s leg with a sword
he spots his ex-wife in the crowd
she is walking away, her head resting
on the shoulder of another man
distracted at a crucial part of the act
the magician cuts his assistant’s leg with a sword
the ambulance is a real crowd pleaser
later in the night the magician is performing solo
a drunk man with a yellow smile spits on him
I know your tricks, says the rotten man.
earlier in the evening he’d watched a show
on TV called Magicians’ Secrets Revealed
he picks up the magician using his eyes.
a drunk man with a yellow smile spits on him
I know your tricks, says the rotten man.
earlier in the evening he’d watched a show
on TV called Magicians’ Secrets Revealed
he picks up the magician using his eyes.
the magician is levitating
stark white against the night
a kite
‘come down from there!’
calls his ex-wife, trying to be tolerant
stark white against the night
a kite
‘come down from there!’
calls his ex-wife, trying to be tolerant
but he’s floating away
the crowd exclaims,
‘he was never a magician.
he was just a plastic bag.
quite the trick!’
the crowd exclaims,
‘he was never a magician.
he was just a plastic bag.
quite the trick!’
no, he’ll not be coming down.