My God,
what a year
the writer
witnessed.

Such a day,
he said he
didn’t remember
the test.

A day,
he said.
a day of rest,
he said.

A dollar A
day, he said.
A writer
well tested.

He wrote
his poem,
a song to
pass the time.

He didn’t
remember
certain
elements.

He was
a writer.
The song
goes on.

Finally
it was over.
The witness
objected.

There was
a slut puppy
on their
television set.

Always
wrote at
midnight,
they say.

A dollar
a day
they always,
always say.

He was
a good writer.
He witnessed
everything.

Figure
that out.
His writing
was a template.

Figure out
next subject.
Bukowski or
Trump studies?

He wasn’t
paranoid,
at least
I thought.

For a dollar
a day,
or so
they say,

he didn’t
need proof
or any kind
of plot.

He loved
Bruce Wise.
Sidn’t know Bruce,
knew he could write.

A real lowlife,
they say
Dollar a day,
they say

Be nothing,
need nothing.
His Zen story
took over.

Vandalize.
Organization.
Respect.
Streamline.

Watermelon guy
Kangaroo boxer
Sent from mind
of sense one.

 

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.