The mind goes mental
waiting for my friends,
which are few.
Normal, I am not.
What’s new?

Just a simple man
with no follow through.
Lonely, and art is hard
for reasons.

I see nothing in me
of value.
No currency
to speak.
A red, white
and blue
piece of nothingness
begging for love.

Can’t lift my
pathetic head up
to say what’s up.
There’s so many
people waving past.
A stolen glance
can’t be saved,
and I’m the sober one
among drunks.

So I try
and type on this
digital page
To save face

Save me
from myself.
I am too stunted
in waste.
Found something
in your hand.
You let it go
a while ago.

Now no one
can replace it
and nothing
in this history
can be repaid.

 

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.