a brief poem I just wrote

My Latest Trick

The magic inside of me is moonlight

tiptop of the sky like a sudden thought

how would one remove a planted past

without first loosing any dirt on you

create a way to link that moon to the

last angel they knew and watched rise

out of any dark parlor and summoned

against fight or flight the magic inside

of me is a black bird with a star inside

of it magnetic north and rising like my

last trick of clearing the years from

fog and flame the black bird changes

into a hat and I've been a-pulling

so much writing out of it when the

years are fixed like that star.