Beautiful girl,
you have no
business with me.

I’m grown
in gravity,
a wholly cavity.

A fly on
the wall wouldn’t
want to see

what’s
really
inside me.

The mind is
a maxim, picked
every evening.

What are
you drinking?
The high life?

I wish you could
wash me away
from this place.

Broken bottled,
Full throttled,
bent into place.

I’m just a drop
of water in
this acid pool.

I am stung
with synaptic
overdrive.

My mind thrives
here, but my body
wants to leave.

Fly on the wall
wouldn’t stay
to hear me speak.

I jingle my keys,
the world of threes
opens up to me.

I’m only as broken
as you believe
I can be.

Stolen entropy
from the
fig trees.

Applause, but
it’s not
for 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.