You don't know you are magic.
Your insistence on science and dirt
Makes my teeth gnash.
Your essence rings the room large
Like a balloon in honey, sweet and
Orange and sticking to everything
And still, you keep your prosaic eyes
Down and insist on sinew and bone
And cellular degeneration.
What quark expresses your charisma?
What effect does the burning whisky have
On your spirit?
That was a trick, because whisky is magic