Month: August 2018

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Unfaithful Inversion

A fleeting annihilation in lust;
cheating is violation of trust…
cheating is hurtful and
cheating is slighting…
cheating is nothing that I find exciting.

What I find enthralling
which some find confusing
and may seem appalling
but really is choosing to probe my identity
satisfy wondering
disrobe obscenity
nullify suffering
to simulate danger
emulate fantasy
to stimulate strangers
and affirm our humanity.

And I know it’s perplexing;
I’m so complicated…
and I’m far from perfecting
what we’ve consummated…
but the point is just this:
no more unfaithfulness…
I want to persist but
not with such painfulness…
inverting portrayal
underscored with disgust…
reverse of betrayal:
exploring of trust.

Written by Jason Wright
August 26, 2018

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Less Than Thirty-Six

36: the oft repeated number,
mentioned in passing
and jingled out during repeated conversations,
as the amount of time he’ll be spending
before jetting off again,
halfway around the world.

And then he says 18.
But 36? I ask.
Bad math he says.
More than 24, less than 36.

My pain spikes.
A surprising, unforeseen reaction.
I’ve been fine but this seems like too much.

I want to ask him many questions
but he’s tired
and it seems selfish,
so I remain almost silent
as the car full of people shout over me
with a flashed dick pic nearly killing them all.

Later, as I struggle to rectify this disparity
between what I expected and what will be,
the distance between what I believed I felt
and what overwhelmed me in the conversation,
as tears stream down my face,
the telephone rings.

He’s sorry.
He knew what I was feeling.
He always knows.
We’ll have more than a few stolen moments,
despite the never ending ticking.
And he can’t wait to be in my arms again.

Less than 36;
more than enough.

Some people are never so lucky.

Written by Jason Wright
August 24, 2018

For Aaron

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Emergence

Cruising the surface
the tempest remembers.

Bruising the cervix;
embarrassing embers.

The blush of disgrace;
the wet of excitement.

The cold wind of fate
as it screams for indictment.

But what you created
and what you kept hidden…

What you castrated
with words so malignant…

The preacher made jealous
and crazed by imposters…

The creature angelic
was praised by his monsters.

Written by Jason Wright
August 22, 2018

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Self Medicating

Migraine med blitz is
confusion and sleep…

Lust without sensation.
Trust with augmentations.

His imagined betrayal
is hotter than
anyone’s physical loyalty.

Written by Jason Wright
August 7, 2018

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Slice of Life

Blanco, the great white car
devours its passengers
as seemingly old friend
dives into eardrums
to deliver smiles;
to sing us August carols.

The world leader in orthopedics
is spotted from east side highway
near river where helicopter passengers
recently drowned.

I’ve never crossed that bridge;
maybe I never will.

This slice has been topped with sticky sweetness,
bleached smell of potential lives failing to take hold;
failing to enrich anything
save my experience
and his imagined diet?

Not true!

Even in dreams
my shot penetrated no flesh
yet left me penetrated all the same;
slicing through me,
I lay bleeding copious conflicting sensations
that may yet one day kill me
if left untreated.

Better to die knowing truth
than to live knowing nothing of the kind.

Written by Jason Wright
August 7, 2018

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