moves in next door.
i see him
with his
hats and canes,
his black cape,
the box he uses to saw
people in half.
i see his smoke
and mirrors.
his
rabbits and doves.
an elephant trots in
too.
how is there room?
i see his assistant walk
up the sidewalk.
a buxom beauty with
fish nets on.
she winks
at me
and when i look down
my pants are gone.
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