When I wander,
I tickle the webs
under your feet.
I see the seas,
and they scream freedom to me.
I see your eyes,
and I feel the flies
buzzing me back to reality.
When there are flies,
death lies nearby.

In my fantasy,
your speckled freckles
lay their eyes on me.
You are dressed
in a misty blue dress
with eyelashes like whiplashes
That bring me back.
They bring me back from death.

The sun, it hangs
in the spark fly sky
like a bouncing ball
that we follow along
to your song.
A beautiful bouncing ball
taking your songs to the beach.
In winter, you won’t freeze with me.

Take a chance, on me
reading in a café.
Tu parles francais?
Won’t you light a star and
exhale the sky for me?


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 at the Oddball Book Store.