Forty five years
under my belt.
Fell a while,
a long time.
Think of how
it felt.
To be a
zine machine
stone temple
piloted.
Broken in
a zone,
my eyes
dilated.
Writing poetry
Because that’s
where my
freedom lies.
Time left for
one last surprise.
Skies smile like
a rolling tide.
I wander with
a sense of pride.
Feel like an
autographed bat
signed by
an aristocrat.
Drove over
the line
and can’t
come back.
Wondering what
a heart attack
feels like,
hoping I know
what that
pain is.
Because my
heart aches
when I think
of time lost.
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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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