Remember why we do this?
Put poetry on the refrigerator door?
Like A+, look at what I did
that what it was like when I was a kid.
Now we play with toy guns, run on sentences, pretentious pooches, and poetic loses.
We drill to the core of the earth with poetic bullets and a steel drill.
That’s the will I have. Signed and dated.
Undead, I roll on, strong like a granite wall.
Oddball, Sense One, out to take it all.
The traffic on this train has made me cease to be.
Too much coffee in the blood stream, this ice cream dream, starts to melt.
And in between the bread is meat and cheese.
Remember this is the will of a one-man-magic trick
A magician on a mission
Thinking diligent, and insidious, insignificant
Procreatic and I am the toy in the attic
Causing all the worst, destroying all
those dreams you had as a boy.
I am just a wrinkle in time, on a high-speed-space-line-driving-towards-fast food.
And some school.
I am a magician.
Remember that, )Poof) is this your card?
Poet pulling the rabbit out of the hat.
Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His latest book is Train of Thought.