Behind big dark shadows
I plan my vanishing act
as if it was Halloween eve—
I wear a mask and high hat
as earth passes through
my withering ten fingers.
I listen to silent music—
vibrating basso profondo.
The man upstairs is nowhere
to be found as far as I can see.
I’ll keep in touch as soon as
I meet up with Harry Houdini.
Milton P. Ehrlich 199 Christie