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Jagged Thought #101: Wandering Graffiti

Dedicated to Blu Kollar

Well here I am writing rhymes, playing with sounds
The sonnets are playing games.
Listening to Lorde
I wish I stood for something
Drunken beer nights, playing with the solvents
Drinking wishing I was something
Better then I am,
Wish I was the man,
But programmed to stand, something I can’t

Never been the one to talk to the wind.
Realized I could see from the beginning
That there was an extraterrestrial sitting
Making something talk.

Wishes, are worth as much as the wish list
You wish for the best, I know I get the worst
I wish for forgiveness.

I want to be the time to sit down and relax.
Find beauty in my world that I react to.
Have to take my pill,
Cause I know I can’t stand.

Wandering graffiti, in the back yard
Junk dogs sit in the stanzas
What could I see in my drunken antics

My friend found, in crashed cars, witness
The being of regret and indifference
Troubled minds, passing as citizens
We are all worse for the wear.

I am not the ugliness, you see
Shaved head for charity
I try to be good,
But I don’t think you see,
What it is to be me,

Running with tragedy.

Jagged Thought 101, part of the collaboration between JP Lime and Oddball Magazine

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

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