Month: October 2017

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Prayer of the Post Traumatic

Hearing disappointment which matches
THE SICKNESS INSIDE ME
threatening to overtake me.

Breathe.

The train is already departing one six eight;
perhaps this panic is for nothing?

Why do the only loud people
in the car gravitate toward me?

Hungry. Terrified and hungry.
Some things never change…
but I can.

Relax. Breathe.

He cannot hurt me here.
She is safe.
And I will eat before long.

If the show has begun
I will eat without fear
and rest,
knowing I’ve seen this particular show
three times before,
and I will be there for Aaron
without compromising
sanity or the denial of self.

If I make it there in time I will be
collected and calm. I will take in
this special show with
no need of regret
for I have controlled my fear
and done my best to travel
especially on the
fucked up weekend transit.

Now relax. Breathe / Ground,
and be the Jason that you want to be.

Written by Jason Wright
October 29, 2017

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Fragments of Ryan: Savannah Interrupted

He’s uniquely shaped
like a patchwork of flesh…

Like Frankenstein’s monster
and love coalesced…

With a talent so bare
and a mood so enlightening,

A mixture so rare
that his beauty is frightening.

An eyes glazed insurgent
who’s wanted and lost…

With lazy gaze urgent;
still haunted by cost…

Who writes and performs
on a stage made of pain…

The ache in his eyes
borders on the insane.

And his music jingled
by others was lovely…

Though form never mingled;
if so it was roughly…

In show strung together;
so blissfully jumbled…

The best of intentions
by those that he’s humbled…

His powerful art
in a story so sparse…

Less than the sum
of it’s excellent parts.

Written by Jason Wright
October 25, 2017

For Ryan

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SSSSSHHHHHhhhhh…..

These rambling skeletal nothings
prepare a Shakespeare on the Rocks
that will put you to sleep
faster than arsenic, absinthe, abstinence or Nyquil.

These holes where people once stood
are empty by choice:
“It makes for a better tango partner.” she twitters
as she looks at your palm,
smashes a fortune cookie
and calls it psychoanalysis.

These prickly amusements
are friendly Goddess daughters
when we smile and laugh and congratulate,
but let your drowsy mind betray the truth
and see them bare their fangs
to rip your throated poetry to shreds.

Unless of course you’re doing something
which requires respect or silence…
because then they’ll be making
far too much noise to have noticed.

Written by Jason Wright
October 24, 2017

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Romeo Troye: The Company of Trains

You feel younger
walking hand in hand
with new Christmas decorations
and ice cream fizzle;
turn the music up
but can’t block him out:
I might as well be at home…
this isn’t bad.

Keep it going.
(((((((SPIN)))))))
And out.

She is smiling
through raindrop curtain of music
like drug song.

“Drugs are quick.”

He is gay, young, not my type (w/ extra E),
but I support his artistry
singing in my ears on the train;
this Aaron reading Trek…

“Leave”
with sudden stop in crowded car.

“Driving me wild”
with sadness tremble of wanting
but not quite having.

Taste of man sitting next to me.
Fantasy haunts us.
He knows my thoughts (cuckold mind-meld):
a brave fool to play this game.

End this
to collapse into memory song
of stranger friend…

“No One Knows How It Will End.”

Movie quotes are an invasive comfort
and lonely with no one to recognize them.

Kiss him. Kiss him.

Let him recognize me.

Written by Jason Wright
October 23, 2017

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