Vivid dreams
wake me.
Mood indigo.
Something in the way
the radio says her name.
I have nothing here
to delight you.
There’s still time to save me.
Will you?

My dreams are
high definition
where nothing
is precise.
I’m in flux,
far from where
I want to be,
and then-—now what?
Ruby red dice,
roll seven on the split.
Then I wake up
and start another day again.

Something in the
Mingus music
thrills me,
drags me through the day,
swaying in the hallways
on quartz floors.
I am at an all-time
something or other,
not really sure,
and sure I’ll be
the last to know.

 

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.