Sing me a sonnet.
Let me catch your honesty.
Let me hear your prayer,
your epiphany.

Let me hear something.
Elevate me.
Lift me over everything
I never wanted to be.

I can’t see this.
It looks like
smoke filled hallways.
Bending roads,
blaring alarms,
water too shallow,
yet I drown.

So I get back
in the water,
take a step into
the deep end,
let the waves
wash over me,
cleanse the demons

Let chakras open,
release them,
say I don’t need them.
Which wolf wins?

The thin one,
the fat one,
the one that you
keep feeding.

So I try to make
the thin one as full
as the fat one,
but I am goddamn bulimic.

So I do my best,
as I can only do,
say fuck it,
keep feeding them.

Cause we can’t be free
from everything.
What is yin without
the yang.

Balance is what
I need the most,
let the ghosts
and ghouls remain.
I can let myself
see both sides,
Sing the song,
the same refrain.

Release yourself
from mental slavery.
Only one can
free our mind.
It’s the one that is
in your heart and head.
Let the sun shine.
On all sides.

Let the perfect go insane.


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.