Blue thick frozen fumes
Red green sweet fruit
Dancing lights caramel prize
Sun blind peripheral skies
water nose- bends will follow
brewing brown red ale bottle
Sick and stifled breathing
Pillow cold erased day, dreaming
Beautiful, blond cruel step sisters
Thumbs, index, middle fingers
Orange, cut, seasonal gourd
Still am something, fuck it shouting
What stumps me sitting contently wishing
you would go and
leave me with this three ring circus
leave me here, till I find my purpose.
you sent me
and her intricacy has left me alone
in this cold city
on the bus, with an open seat
but no one wants to sit with me.
old, and surly
way too early.
early bird, feeling wormy
fall back asleep, and sit in my dreams
two photos positioned in lock and key
let it be
Am I the only one lost at sea?
AM I the only one who is incomplete?
Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.