The Magician

We laughed
When right away he pulled a rabbit out of his hat,
when he pretended to saw a stranger in half,
made disappear my friend Mathew Graff,
when he mimed eating a distressed fat rat,
spat
fire and drank blood-red wine and became a bat,
swallowed a sword and threw up a cat,
then flew away on a winged giraffe.
Now I no longer heard anybody laugh.
Then a man came in, as we had begun to nervously chat,
and said "I'm the magician." We shouted, "So who was that?"

Chloe's Dramatic Exit

People sat, enchanted. 
Stood, the old magician,
on the stage, then hovered  
over Chloe reposing 
in the smoke.  His whiskers,
painted lilac purple, 
and his face, a crimson
red, with garish azure 
eyes projecting madness
packed inside enigma.

Chloe was gone (abruptly)!  
Reappeared a moment
later, as the smoky 
air on stage was clearing.
Chloe was nervous, laughing,
"Sorry had to tinkle."