I have weary legs. my overgrown shadow
Laughs at me when I walk
My lungs are full of toxins
My brain is full of medication
My skin itches with excema
I will be thirty four in a few months.
I choke on my food
I have a small throat
I have scars on my knuckles
Broken windows.
I have a tear in my arm,
Over active youth
I used to be active
From Sunlight to sundown.
I would play outside
Hoop dreams in my heart
I have an over active mind
I have a slow mind
And dead legs.
I have addictions
I feel ugly in suits and ties
And feel the degradation of time.
I am slowly falling apart
I feel like a don’t walk sign
But I don’t stop
And the cars keep on coming.
I have a less then cheerful smile
I have big dreams and empty pockets
I have trouble concentrating
I am only on when you turn the record on.
I can write a poem in ten minutes
I refuse to edit
I listen to the sound of trumpets.
They issue in a new era
Am I your error?
I am thirty seconds
Behind
I lost the point
I am on my way
To decay.
I need sunshine in my bones.
Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His “Jagged Thoughts” column appears weekly.
What I really like with your poems is that you take a form and use it most informally and it works. I might even resist-being old and form trained, but I always end up liking what you write and finding it deeply moving. I read the Christmas poem and I thought it worked in a very powerful way.
Wow thank you so much! I really needed that today