Magic Words
by Brian Rosenberger
The noise
a coffin lid sealing
claustrophobic thoughts
The screams
score to a nightmare
chorus of the deranged
Forehead glistening
cleaned by a cleverly concealed
kerchief
A moment
all he needed
to capture his composure
easy as a catching
a hat dwelling bunny
It was there
tip of his tongue
agonizingly close
The magician struggled
so close
memory turned traitor
Presto, abracadabra, alakazam
insufficient syllables
On stage
the gaudily painted box
continued to drip |