He Doesn't Like Magic

he doesn't like magic

unless it comes from him

(he thinks it comes from him)

swans flying in

from someone else's sky

depress him.

he's just the guy

for beribboned surprise, or, enterprise

the sudden folding of the fan

and then, the flourishing

of paper lilies.

the joe of all trades soda jerk.

replete with cherries.

he's THAT merry.or lemon ice,

who could be that nice.

he's the one with the wand that works.

the jumbled cups of many colours.

all the oranges in the air

disappearing everywhere;

the knave of hearts, a little dodgy, with

scarves, chiffon, stretched on and on

from a silver tophat, endless song

or mysterious cures for this and that

a gizmo that says Once Upon

"suspensions of belief":

just press HERE.

and skyrockets launch at his command

and bluebirds stream

on every reel, in every Land.

ooooh, for the taffied children.

the jelly bean raffles,guessed

the well made plans. ah, yes.

there's nothing nothing to conceal

it's all just sleight of hand.

he hopes you'll understand.


mary angela douglas 31, 30 may 2019