I see myself in the past time
Of legends
Struggling with the words
The chords of tomorrow
The world has a strobe light
In my eyes And in it I see dusk
And I see a warm beach
And a warm heart
And I see my love and life
Looking through the lens

I need a thesaurus
Maybe I need a stocking
Over my head
Rob the word factory
Learn a language

Learn a reaction observe a shell game
When it happens
Paint over the black board
Drunk and smiling
Simple syrup is needed for

My mind will continue to dance in rum
And in it I see the slight of hand
Card trick
That got my mind electrified

Hot circuits on
Whiskey tongues


Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. He sends us this week’s column from his undisclosed honeymoon location.