were a reasonable facsimile.
Closer inspection revealed
Your leaking battery and rusted springs
Plastic painted to resemble flesh
And an old watch ticking in place of a heart.
Wind you up
And you smiled
Distracting me from your repeating loop
Of canned laughter
And stolen words
And cheap prizes plucked from boxes of stale cracker jacks.
In search of a toy maker
Who could give life to your hollow wooden form.
Were the Tin Man
Tricking wizards into giving you their hearts.
Your tedious loop gave you away
Along with cracking paint
(And wisps of smoke that smelled of burning wires coming from your ears.)
You take your magic show back on the road,
And ladies sit on velvet chairs
By your reasonable facsimile.
© ADELYN BIRCH 2015
♥ A poem I wrote about my psychopathic ex a while back. Hope you enjoyed it.