Still don’t
feel anything.
Wish I was
rat with wings.
Call me pigeon,
New York City bum.
Call me
Warhol.
Nothing really
matters at all.
I am reading
a boring book.
Takes me down
a notch.
Don’t want to
rhyme anymore.
A quick
response,
that’s all
I got.
Silenced incessant
ringing bells.
Took a walk
on boulevard.
Stopped
to smell
a flower.
It stung me.
Ringing in ears
got louder.
Just can’t
stop the rhythm.
Sadness sings
higher volume.
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.
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