In a minute,
or an instance.

Full throttle
four to the floor.

Go the distance.
Let no rock be unturned.

Wash your soul clean.
The grass is green.

The snow on the street
flails around.

Too many fall.
Don’t let it fold me.

Erase and
remake me.

Break a tree in three
and form the trinity.

Break beats and brainiacs.
Lay down to the maniac

Listen to the recital.
the vitality

pouring through me,
putting down pockets

of poetry purposefully,
effortless.

Not one or
the other,

the best undisputed,
hands down.

Promised you I’d come back
in a big way.

Nothing stays the same.
We evolve.

Puzzle solved,
Rubik.

Blocked and back
again with the remix.

Something in
a soul

that keeps coming
back four score.

Makes me less than more
than I was before.

Mold, peel back
the layers.

It’s something you can’t see,
leaving you wanting more.

 

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.