BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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I want to be in bed with you
or maybe just alone.
To just be getting head from you
or sleeping sleep of stone.
Our cocks are strong
(though pills are wrong);
this walking town in blur…
I hate abusive
mindless music;
bliss is my chauffeur.
Written by Jason Wright
September 30, 2019
When you cut me out
it feels like betrayal.
When you strut and nut
it reveals our portrayal
of unified bliss
is a kiss and a drug.
Whatever you do
it will not be enough
to slake my erection
and satisfy hunger:
Symptoms of sickness
from when I was younger.
Written by Jason Wright
September 19, 2019
I live unencumbered
then fall in black hole…
As he gives him his number
I lose all control…
He hands him his ticket;
he smiles at spouse…
I should feel quite different;
instead I’m aroused…
I should call this off
like any adult…
He turns head and coughs
as he gives him results…
I’m awkward;
can’t move;
the swinger has spoken…
The play doctor grooves
as winner is chosen.
Written by Jason Wright
September 19, 2019
Write for retirement;
just at your leisure.
Write for requirement
or write for just pleasure.
Write without warning
for real life and poetry.
Write about mourning
or strife (if unknowingly).
How is it my choice
supported thy fighting?
How is it my voice
(distorted by writing)
is what liberates me
when lies often do
more than castrate me
when lies are the truth?
Written by Jason Wright
September 12, 2019
Returning to trains
and to thoughts left behind;
enduring these pains
as existence rewinds
with smiles anew
for the lust and the yearning
that keeps me alive…
that keeps me returning
with Aaron a GO
and possibly Michael –
I’m questioning content
of sodomy cycle:
“This one is solid!”
while “This one is pointless!”,
“This one is squalid…”
Til one is appointed
worthy of probing
for one of my station:
a worthy disrobing
for self-excavation;
worthy of one’s progression
through sex;
worthy of love
through expression of flesh.
Written by Jason Wright
September 12, 2019