Many times around the sun.
Still don’t know how to rotate.
Flying wildly out of control.
Subdued primate.

Used to find enjoyment.
Now the pills dampen any joy.
Stagnated at anything triumphant.
Everything lands flat.

Locked and torn.
Free of the smoke and mirrors.
Reality is what reality is.

No one really needs me.
Maybe that’s not true.
Maybe it just feels that way.
At three in the morning.

Just give me the magic pill.
Something to sort this out.
The puzzle is a mess.
Can’t seem to fit.

Everything has a place.
A tidy box to put us in.
I’m just looking for that place.
The emptiness sits deep within.

 

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.