Poem 20160402

a family of magicians
wear tuxedos
–even the baby–
have squirting flowers
in their coat lapels
and rabbits for pets

mom is the one to get sawn
in two by dad
night after night
though when he is out of town
his understudy puts his hands
to the blade

grampa goes in the woven basket
while gramma drives in swords
one after another
always asking about the salad
was it all right
and where did he put her
social security check

i do the rope trick
climb it every night
and wait for the disassembly
that is bound to repeat

——

National Poetry Month!
NaPoWriMo Day 2
Family Portrait

8 thoughts on “Poem 20160402

  1. I wrote a poem once comparing a father to a lion-tamer, but it came out absurd. This, however, is utterly fantastic. The images and suggestions are powerful, dancing on that crunbling cliff between humour and sadness. Excellent!

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