The Magician

I've got a bad idea

To conjure up some cheap tricks

\Lights\

Now you see me

For my first trick

I'll tie myself up and let the whole world

Watch me struggle

Let the whole world watch me get myself out of the mess

The mess that I made for myself

In tangled heaps of colored handkerchiefs

Tangled doves and tangled white rabbits

Tangled intentions

It's a trick because I'm actually just jumping from

One mess right into another

Just out of the frying pan

And into a blue flame

So I can feel something

Feel anything

Feel

Numb

For my next trick

I'll saw hearts in half

Sew my sleeves to my skin

So that my heart doesn't get in the way

Leave just enough room for its confetti to wow the audience

See, it's a trick because it's still up my sleeve

Even though the audience can't see all of it

Can't see me

Can't

See

Me

Now you see me

And for the grand finale

You'll watch me vanish without a trace

I'll be your hidden card, your hat trick

Your swallowed fire, your tricky quarter

Your buzzkill, your Vincent Price

I'll be everything except yours

Except yours

Except

Yours

Now you see me

\Lights\

Now you don't

It's obvious that I compare myself to a magician in this poem. I wanted this to be theatrical, almost as if I was putting on a show. The tone is very much the voice of a performer. I'm basically emphasizing how much of a tangled mess that my life had become during this point.

So, I guess you could say I'm almost making fun of myself in this poem. I think it's important to make fun of yourself at times. It helps to make light of any dark situation that you are going through. It certainly helped me.