It was the best of times, it was the darkest of nights.
Want to write me a sonnet, hope it sounds nice.
Want to take a slice of the afterlife, maybe two flights.
One in the afternoon, take a look at this life.
I write because it saves me, however precise.
I could kick up dust with gravity,
let rust stain my Nikes.
I could play a piano, with broken keys.
The ugly sounds beauty brings
to me tonight.
I could play an actor in your dramedy.
Let me play the part, the one who has your heart.
I am lonely, need love, break me down.
Build me up, let me stay.
Let me stay.

I could gravitate towards simple sentences,
full stomach of insulin, find me somewhere
inbetween
the radical, the gorgeous,
the broken and the green.
I can sing with these fingers
tapping on these keys.
Please me, Baby, Believe me.
Don’t leave me.
You’re my everything.

 

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.