Jagged Thoughts #8: Sunrise, Sunset

 

1.

From leaked boredom from a boardroom,
To barely audible in an auditorium
To a post mortem in a mortuary,
Marry a mortician for her make-up
Find yourself broke
Like two lovers in a break up
Like your mother on Facebook
Playing candy crush with strangers
Like the left and right politicking politely
Like a left and right fist to the face
Would fit nicely

 

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2.

Like a square on a stop sign, right in the middle
Working the angles, like a fisher man
Like a pool player, dropping dimes in a juke box
Playing Stairway to Heaven
Followed by Free Bird, maybe Purple Rain,
Just so that jukebox can deaden the crowd,
Cause silence stolen is golden,
Drinking a potion, that tastes like skittles

 

 

3.

Stuck in the middle, between the antidotes
And the anti-do’s
the drugs you do,
cause you want to feel.
Numb, just a numbered
Cemetery plot.

 

 

4.

You never saw it coming
So high,
the coke mixed with baking soda
your heart started working overtime
like you normally did on a normal basis
to get the rent paid
this time too much base,
Wishing you could sleep with the stars
Instead found in your car
in the garage …
You drowned in vodka
They said your heart gave out and we buried you
In an oversized coffin.
Cause you always said live with no regrets
Loved weed, liked Wutang
I imagined on your epithet.
No regrets, I guess.
Your funeral was family only.
I was an acquaintance at best…
I imagine you resting comfortably by St. Peter’s cathedral,
C.R.E.A.M
I guess It does, but it doesn’t seem to last
Faded at 23, buried at 33
How did it feel, to make it in my poem?
My poem that was playing with words,
Triggered a memory of you,
You were doing so good.
I’ll remember you like that.
Not the suit you were buried in
But kicking it,
In a summer backyard
on those faded nights
smoke in the air,
not sobbing
hoping you were going to wake at
your wake,
but you didn’t
You looked like you were sleeping
off a bad weekend.

 

 

Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His “Jagged Thoughts” column appears weekly.

James Conant is a Cambridge artist who has recently added photography to his skills, which include clay sculpture, pen and ink, montages, and pencil art. He is always available for work and collaboration.

 

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