Crunchy Mustard

I bought two new outfits, for myself and for you.
I was hoping you’d like it.
Our first time, we want to look good.

Tonight’s the night.
My Nerves. My Sweat. My Knees are trembling.
My stomach is on perma press.
I hope everything goes well.

I jotted a few lines down. I hope I can remember.
Everything’s set. I’m in my room.
It’s six o’clock. It’s time to get dressed.

I gel my hair and I slick it back.
I dress my pants, my shirt, my tie.
A quick shave, a dash of cologne.
I hear ringing, I won’t answer the phone.

Why am I doing this — oh, what a mistake!
One false step, and its the bottom of the lake.
How I hate to disappoint you, after all the hard work.
You’d never forgive me.

I put on a jacket and over it a cape.
My heart beats through my chest.
It’s time to come out.

The music plays louder with each and every step.
The place is filled with silence muffling the music.
I look for you, but i’m alone. You’re not there.
It’s more than I can bear.

Alas, I see the glimmering of your outfit.
That’s the one I just had bought.
You’ve changed your face, your hair.

Flat across the table, I saw you and pause.
I saw you again and gasps I hear — they’re their.
I saw you once more and I saw you in half!
A screech! A sigh! A yell!
Am I a demon from hell.

I put you back together. Cheers and applaud.
I hug you. I kiss you on the cheek.
I vanish to thin air.

Virgo, Il Magnifico!
Magician and more.
No more.

The smoke sizzles….