Mr. Copperfield,  I presume 

Usual trials….
Trappings of silence
In pitchblende black nights.
Wrestling with flick tongue demons,
my prayers rubbed together
by my two stick hands, tiny wisps 
of smoke rising to deaf Heaven,
the devil behind me.
So friendly, not what I thought,
no Tabasco Don horned imp, 
with whiptail lashing, snake tongued, 
pigfeet sparking hissy fits.
This guy silky smooth, 
smoke voiced and olive skin, 
tanned and rested, 
oiled hair with chiseled features, 
all Johnny Depp and David Copperfield.
“Get off your knees,” he says, 
outstretched hands,
shuffling cards like a concertina,
“Pick one, pick a card...
see what I can do for you.”
Hands recoiling as touched
by a steam jet..”No, I ..I.. need to be going.” 
His hand up, against the wall, in front 
of my face. “Not so fast..,”he says,
“I got plans for you, Looky here at your card.”
There she was.. picture-framed Lolita,
Queen of voluptuous hearts.
“I knew her once..that one.”
Well, she’s the one..waiting for you 
to come back to her,” He says.  
“I don’t think so, she left me 
for someone else,” I said.
“You dun’t think I can fix that?,”
his smoky laugh crackling fire.
“Well, if it were God’s will…”
“God’s got nuttin to do wid it.”
“No really..it’s OK, I don’t need..”
His face close..”I know what you want.”
Of course, that’s when I awoke.
No decision, just the wrestling match,
Good and evil closing to a draw,
And I thought…for a second,
her friend almost had me there.

We Are Stars

We are stars
Hanging in air
Dwelling in darkness
Connect a dot portraits
Shooting for moon
Superstellar novas
Waiting to be noticed
Radiant, never touching
Alone with yearning
Falling one by one
Towards Earth
Only to touch you
Capture your heart
Grant your wish
We burn in a moment
A flash of brilliance
Fade to black