This is a rewrite of a poem that appeared previously here.
"Unreal"
Smoke
Mirrors
Magic
(Magician’s slight of hand.)
None of this is real.
Love
Pain
Death
It’s only how I feel.
Me-
My illusion--out of hand.
(The words are card tricks.)
Hiding behind him
Is hiding behind Nobius.
He stops the bullets.
Then makes me smile.
A special word.
“Abracadabra”
Everything I wanted to be.
See how they steal…
Superman saves.
But the chest size ‘S’ is for shame.
What do I want?
I don’t know.
Who am I?
Clearly, the one to blame.
Soul blood is ink.
Blotted words create poetry.
Writing tells me just who I am.
A rabbit out of the hat.
Yet truth lies in the mind…
Poof!
I'm so *unreal*.
I’m all in my head.
Wave the wand!
It’s just a pen.
See how I steal.
Please don’t see the trick.
A sawed in half muse,
Does not always go…
Back together again
And maybe tonight,
Matt needs your applause.
(My –I- made of me.)
I want to be...
The Real Me.
The Star of the Show.
The wizard not the magic.
-posted by Nobius 1:02 PM 