The sound of the screech, the basement speaks
the ghosts underneath, the house creeks.
It’s a big top circus, I haven’t slept for weeks.
The world in a week, mixed with the cold steady freeze.
I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I am frozen,
Stolen from mother ocean, bloated bodies, frozen seascape.
They say the world is a mile away,
I say the world is a piece of cake.
You laugh at me, I run away via fire escape.

The water is rising, how high?
8 Feet High and Rising,

The water is rising, How high?
8 Feet High and rising

It’s cold and its surprises me
That I be flying free when I don’t know where I be
And if I see the rhythm of loose leaf,
It goes like this.
Apple, a doctor prescribed me a
Beautiful medicine, took away my pain, but it
controlled me, took my soul from me/ I
Died, I came back free. Oh, it’s sooooo
easy, can’t be like me.
Free, believe me, I am not afraid, no one but
God scares me.
Hell is the government floor.
I’ve seen it, fires upon fires, cold
Jars of flies, a lobotomized mind.
Kind of crazy, being
Maybe I’ll go back, find some money.
Nah, they took my money when they took my belt.
Oh well, you couldn’t know how that felt,
Psych ward celebrity made it out of the breadbox.
Question the answe, Bosstone, who is
tough enough? It’s an
understatement, maybe. My
Value being I am the King Kong of this
writer shit. Writer shits out
XXX lyrics, and
you know it. It’s so E
Z. Walk me back to Zion.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His latest book is Train of Thought.