You, sir, you
are a clown.

Sickness
catches on
like a cold.

With no hand
to hold,
you’ve gotten
so old.

With each
medicine,
the brain
slowly dies.

Rots away,
like Lord
of the Flies,
where Piggy dies.

Witness this
infant mess
typing out
loneliness.

Playing
the fool,
the pretty
princess.

You ugly man,
what have
you become?

Too late
to be someone?

Never was,
lifeless mess,
solid wreck.

A disease worse
than death,
a lost breath.

In death,
there is darkness.

In loveless life,
there is
not even that.

Colors seem
less vivid.
People holding hands
and laughing

Oh god,
life does
seem easy.

 

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.