I sleep with my
top hat on these days.
It keeps the rabbits from
crawling out and running
away.
They are the safest close to
my brain when I sleep.
I don't want them eaten by
feral swine or to wander
off and drown in a vat of wine.
The magic show will
start soon, and I'll pull them
out when least expected.
The crowd will gasp and groan
when I saw the woman in half.
"It's just a trick," I yell.
"She's okay, sleight of hand...see."
They know better, the blood
isn't fake.
They see the horror of the
magician's life, even though
it entertains. We all wish it
was an illusion, but it's
showtime.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 11th, 2025 09:26
- Comment from author about the poem: My latest book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse is available on Amazon. Here's a link. https://www.amazon.com/Its-Just-Skip-Jump-Madhouse/dp/B0DY4XDQYC/ref=
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Comments3
A thought-provoking poem. It reminds me of that great Warren Zevon song, "For My Next Trick I'll Need a Volunteer." We all need to keep those rabbits safe -- we never quite know when we might need them!
Great stuff here Thomas. Some lines lead to inspiration. In metaphor it speaks a lot about todays society. Loved it.
A fine write, Thomas. Some great lines there. Nicely done.
Thank you, Tom. I appreciate it.
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