Each of us is separated by electric pauses…
epic starts, and stops.
Breaks in the sentence…
A world caught
in the
Space of language,
The words are planets
The weight pulls closer
A tigers paw on my shoulders
A world of wreckage but its not over
A simple sheet of music.
A heart in the wilderness, a growing tantrum
A mind overcome with games
My mind, dripping punk micro sauce
Over the mega phones
Into the ears, the conundrums/ your ear drums
Drum in symphony/drum together.
something small and slow
Some things rock
And some things roll.
they do both…at least in my soul.
Something beautiful in the music
The world is a lavender rose
A world of insanity subsides
With those piano keys
Speaks slow, speaks low. Comforting me
A bright eyed musician
Plays on the radio
a lingering rose, a soul
stuck in utero
A world everyone knows,
Everyone but
Who moves his calm cloth
Dipping his palms
In the sound
Staying cool


Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.