Presto

see the tables floating
no strings attached...
like a mannequin..presto
vanishing before your eyes

spectral locomotive rushing
through my vocal mind...
silver-blue...frozen in silence
standing outside in the cold
presto...I radiate more heat
                               than light.

I'm not one who believes in magic
sometimes I have second sight.
heard the thunder behind her eyes
with a wave of my magic wand
                              we'll disappear...

yes I've seen the candles floating
overhead...like a marionette
dancing on the stage...presto
we'll radiate more heat...than light

there's tick tock from the old clock
on the wall...as the sky is turning pink
we've drunk to these ghosts before
all of them
          harbingers of gloom.

o' here's to us...who remain unseen