I had dreams
last night.
They were nice.
I was liquid
with the pen.
Woke up,
still liquid
with the pen.
A poet I guess,
my profession
to write down
these lessons
I learn while
my stomach burns,
poisoned by a needle.
Self induced,
I guess. The
side effects
are never
expected.
At least I’m not
schizoaffective,
learning lessons
in dreams. I’ve got
God in my head.
Much like my dad,
telling me
keep going
there’s more
poems to write.
And that’s why
my name is
Jay Wright
or Jason Wright.
‘Cause god said so.
Been through
a lot. Maybe I
can reach you
or teach you
like teachers do.
Or maybe this
world is
a zoo
and I
am a lion.
Finding
hope in
the words
that I
am writing.
Knowing that
lightning strikes
twice and the
world is most
likely round.
Or maybe
I don’t know
and am
not that
profound
but know I
can write my
life down in
little
increments
to make
sense of
it all
when it all
falls down.
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.