Breath into the lungs.
Breath escapes.
Breath enters.

Tired, my eyes want to close.
They want to expire the night.
They want to dream.

They will.
I must escape the day.
Wash my hands of this illness.
Crowds of thoughts

Only Oil and water
Last longer.
Only water is thinner.
Only water
Can drown you.

All of us
Fall into the dream.
Embrace it.

Wash away the day
In r.e.m.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.