When you got nothing to say,
don’t say nothing.
If you got to
get gunning,
make something out of nothing.
If you got a guitar,
start strumming.
The world needs Novocain,
needs numbing.
We the world,
we are dumb,
dum da dum,
do something.

I must have done
something in the world.
that made me oh so lonely.
Stoners want to stone me,
blowers want to blow me.
Crowds want to crow me,
and I can’t,
I just can’t.
Let go of my pant leg.
I am not your dog.
Did I treat you wrong?
Were you some sonnet,
some song?
Were you my iron lung?
Are you my Fifth?
Should I plead you,
or play you?

I heard a siren.
It said, follow me
into the abyss.

I said, I could never miss.
I could miss you, if I miss.

Madlib: Rest the Villain.
Sing me your stampede.
Give me a sign in your sky.
You can see the stars,
can’t you?

They sound like heaven.
Their horns,
they are blowing.


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.