Parlor Trickster

While my machine gently weeps.

A God walks into a bar Orders nothing Tips heavy Leaves before anyone can ask what the heck that was about That's devotion for you All exit, no explanation I once loved a word so hard He changed his meaning overnight Woke up wearing someone else's definition Staring at me like I was the stranger, though Fair enough Etymology is just Heartbreak with better penmanship They'll tell you the cosmos is indifferent But bitch, indifference doesn't build A nervous system this ornate Just to watch it flinch away from gravity Indifference doesn't put the sweet and the bitter On the same tongue Then sit back like a degenerate Sommelier waiting for your review No The Universe is not indifferent The Universe is flirting Albeit very badly But you keep falling for it every single morning When you open your eyes to a sky that never once promised to be blue Just keeps showing up in that dress Here's the trick: The grief and the punchline are the same word In a language you're still learning And the mouth that kisses is the one that bites That hand what makes Is the hand that was made by something with no hands at all Which means every beautiful thing Is a parlor trick performed by an empty room For an audience that wasn't invited Yet refuses to leave Encore, you bastards!