I see white walls.
I need color all over them.

Throw paint brushes
on your tongues.

Sacred tongues

Oh, Skinny love,
you are a flower

in the pallid desert
and I can’t forget.

Oh, how mad
you were to leave me

with such sad scenery,
indigo coast turned toxic.

Toast me to the logic,
something cosmic,

something that says
I got off.

You got off me,
we got off on it,

and the liquid artist squeezed,
sugar onto the tapestry.


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.