Sonnet 2

  • To be a fucking badass magician,
  • Would be the most awesome career ever,
  • Mesmerizing large crowds is your mission,
  • Accomplished by pulling a dumb lever.
  • Your skills are even fruitful for leisure,
  • Though what you're doing is the saddest shame,
  • Slipping your number for some girl's pleasure,
  • A sleight of hand to win a poker game.
  • And your coworkers, don't get me started,
  • On how unbelievably hot they'd be,
  • Bawdy babes lying half bare on some bed,
  • For you to saw as they squirm, turn and plea.
  • But deep down you defy explanation,
  • For her divine magical sensation.

Notes

I was listening to the flaming lips new album, "At War With The Mystics", read the track title "The Wizard Turns on..." and my mind spurred up this sonnet, though there's no direct corollation between the inspiration and product aside from wizards -> magic -> magicians -> fucking badass magician. spent like twenty minutes writing this at a starbucks before i started working on other things. and it would be awesome to be a magician though.

Not a technically sound sonnet, nor was i trying to over-intellectualize something with the words "fucking badass" in its first line. i was trying to keep it simple. and the ending is yeah, just what it is, completely topically tangential and loosely connected to the three quatrains, yet touching on how literal magic is way different from figurative magic. And I spent some time writing it, so it never hurts to expose it to mounds of criticism.

— Huy on