I see you on TV,
my hero.
I am binary code,
less than 1 and 0.

I tried to save you all.
I swallowed
the bitter pill.
I am hollow.

My smile is see-through
if you can see it.
It’s so far,
in the rear view.

I thought I could write
with the best of them,
drink with the worst of them,
smoke my medicine.

None of the above.
I am aged aspirin.
I fall forward
into a shit storm.

I wrote my obituary
a thousand poems ago.
I need to steal your smile,
and your face.

Let me

From this day forward
till this poem ends,
I am the Super Friends,
super friend.

I am Superman,
mixed with Batman
on a mirrored
laced out line.

from time to time
comes back

“Space Ghost Coast to Coast”
is a show I watched.
Acid stained college eyes
and sleepless nights.

I got lot
of smiles
I had a million miles,
mixed with Kodak film.

all wanted
to be you.

I am the hero.
Damnit, wake
me up
at the coda.

Let me live this
tilted back
and forth,

Like something
worth spelling out.
H E R O.
Less than ones and zeros.

with 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.