Hurricane Henri
was not a friend to me.
While he did not lay a finger
not one, not two, or three,
I still managed to
lose electricity.


Lady, I am tired.
I am so tired of playing dog,
sitting and fetching.

Oh, arithmetic you failed me.
I never saw a two and three
equaling five.
Until I read Orwell
and Tik Tok’d my way out of
a beautiful mind.

Go Ask Alice.
What a piece of shit tutorial
An anonymous portrayal
of an addict.
How deplorable!
But really, it never was.
Because the propaganda
was oh so good.
It was the real drug.

In my time on this earth, \
did I think that
I would sink to the lowest
degree of emptiness.
But I did.
And to this day,
I wear those scars on my wrist.

Green with envy.
What does that mean?
It means you’re sick with
wanting to be my dog.
Be my James Dean? Be my Marilyn?
Be my

Maybe not.
Logic never was
a friend of mine,
but then,
you really never
have been


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His third book, Train of Thought 2: Almost Home is available now.