Houdini’s Last Words

Rosabelle
Believe
From Appleton Street
In Milwaukee
To East 79th
In New York
City

I was a child flying
From a trapeze
Ehirch
The prince of air
Whirling
180
Degrees

I’m tired of fighting, Dash
I guess this thing is going to get me
You & I always knew
What we had to do to get ourselves free
And every eye could see
Whether astounded bourgeois
Or enchanted children of poverty
There are no odds that overcome mastery
Except this thing
Is going to get me

I met you
When you were sixteen
A Floral Sister
At the Sea Beach Palace
Our
Coney Island
Memories

The one & only
Theodore Hardeen
A strongman within
Broken chains
Fed my secrets to his flames
My brother introduced you
To me

Chorus.

But for the absence of magic
In the conditions of fate
This charge
I cannot evade

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I am a writer currently working out of the New York area. https://mythandmist.wordpress.com/ View all posts by mw2828

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