Some days, i feel as if i am a rabbit in a hat. Most days i won’t understand what magic is. Few days am i excited to see the audience. There are no days i wish to be something else. I know nothing else but a cloud of judgement smudged by lights. My tender feet feel cloth but my mind wanders with every creak of a chair. Silence is my cue.

I am pulled for entertainment yet i don’t resist. I am in awe with such craftsmanship, as with the rest of this world, that my mind stitches a bold piece of flashed moments faster than the magicians slight of hand. I am now frustrated though my body has not yet caught up with my mind. This waiting period is the point of bliss. I succumb.

I am a rabbit in a magicians hat. It is not my job to have emotions, just to be. The audience watched one of themselves split into halves. Some days i do not want to be pulled out of the hat at all.

Hypocrisy and thunder

Wash the streets i slumber

The patter of the feet on the ceiling

Waits for the call of my number

I look to you in an instance

But see clouds as sharp as crimson

And the falling sheep cry linen

For what we’re made for is none of our business

But another

To another

Until the power is dispersed

Words are then quickly cursed

To be sucked back up and buried

So forget the fucking hearse

Lover

By day and by night

Shadows of two different sights

Though if you choose to stay in this desert,

Understand my attempt in flying kites

Rubble

A forgotten world

Rip the filter off for an even extra swirl

The sound is seductive

Light another?

Hold your breath

Stretch the lungs

You should be chewing gum

But can’t afford the seven years set strung

Before me

Oh what a waste of words said

So why not take my own breath

Without the violence being bled

From me

I see the flame rise up to be

And to me

These two kiss elegantly yet blindly

In the sweetest way it couldn’t be

Eternally

Just a matchstick and a cig

Igniting trying not to die too loudly