Carney Barker

Louis Faber

You there, walking along the midway

come into my tent, for only a dollar

I will show you wonders

beyond your meager comprehension

but this offer is only good

for the next fifteen minutes

for that is when I start my show,

It’s not something you want to miss.

I know you’ve seen quarters pulled

from ears, doves fly off

from and oversized top hat

that moments before was empty

but you have never seen

the likes of what I will show you.

Here is my father, watch him

closely cast his seed, closely

and like that he is gone.

Not good enough you say

then watch again, even

more closely this time, see her

lie on my table, her gown

draped over her, see me reach

and pluck a small baby

better than a pigeon isn’t it,

but you blinked, where has she gone.

Only tepid applause, so I guess

you want one more, and I

am never one to disappoint.

See him standing there

it almost looked like

he is standing before a mirror shaving

and now he, too, is gone

before your very eyes.

If you still aren’t satisfied

if you haven’t gotten

your monies worth then please,

please step forward, for I can work

with others than my parents,

truly I can, so where are you going.

 

Step into my tent ladies and gentlemen

the next show starts

in only fifteen minutes,

all for a single dollar.

Louis Faber’s work has previously appeared in South Shore Review (Canada),The Poet, Glimpse, Dreich (Scotland), The Alchemy Spoon (UK),    Atlanta Review, Arena Magazine (Autsralia), Exquisite Corpse, Rattle,    Eureka Literary Magazine, Borderlands: the Texas Poetry Review, Midnight Mind, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, Greens Magazine, The Amethyst  Review, Afterthoughts, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, and in small journals in India, Wales, Ireland, Pakistan, China and Japan, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

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