Author: Jason Wright

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Always

You tell him that sex with me
will be completely emotionless for you,
or at least that’s what I hear without really listening,
but what you truly said is that
our sexual activity
will be completely emotionless for US,
but that’s not wholly accurate…
because I will feel something;
if I didn’t already feel something
I wouldn’t even bother.

You say that people don’t usually
FUCK their ex-boyfriends,
which I find funny
because so far,
they’re the only people I fuck,
and why not?

I’ve loved you for almost as long as I’ve known you
and can’t / won’t force myself to feel nothing.

But there’s NOTHING threatening to others
by this potential reconnecting of interlocking bodies,
because while sex will ALWAYS be emotional for me,
I also hold no illusions that
my having sex with you will bind you to me,
making you a prisoner
to only satisfy my needs,
to only service my pleasure…

Our FUCKING will not reintegrate us
into some magical reiteration
of our former couplehood.

The idea is preposterous.

As preposterous as truth
and as honest as fiction.

Written by Jason Wright
October 2, 2019

For Michael E.

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Women

I have kissed women
to sleep with their men.

I have kissed women
to have them again.

I have kissed women
and oft I reflect this:

I have kissed women…
I do not regret this.

Written by Jason Wright
October 1, 2019

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Heartbreak and Sickness

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

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Gospel

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

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Judged

Confusing DILF picture
adds layer of lust
to bruising filth mixture;
betrayer of trust
who back in the past
when present was future,
through lack of the ask
cast gent as abuser.

*

Doctored exuberance
from strangest of men.

I was awkward pubescence
and patience by then.

My doctor was present
which deftly he used.

Doctor was pleasant
which left me confused.

More than one patient;
Jason inside me.

More than one statement
was latent inside me.

And doctor was plural;
what’s quizzically true
is that doctor was neural
but physical too.

More than one practice.
More than one patient.
More than one mattress.
More than one Jason.

Deranged dereliction
of duty imbued
with strange contradictions
that strangely are true.

Innocent action
or wholly obscene?

Fact that this fraction
unholy was clean.

With no penetration
in sterile space.

And no abdication
of crime or disgrace.

With no policed questions
the proctors undress me.

Priests at confessions;
the doctors molest me.

Doctors are judged
through initial neurology.

The awkward begrudged
judicial apology.

*

And DILF in the picture
looks back from the past
and I am not injured
but was I the last?

And was I the only
or was I just lucky?

With no testimony
at least I’m not bloody.

Written by Jason Wright
August 12, 2019

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Struggle

Last night it rained
I slept in my blasphemy.

Woke up with pain
from dreams of my family.

Choked on the truth
as I ran to the freezer.

Spoke to my youth
who did nothing to please her.

Snuggled with ice
and disguised my not knowing.

Struggled to rise
and devise plan for growing.

Buckled with verbs
and humbled by breathing.

Struggled with words…
Struggled with meaning.

Written by Jason Wright
August 4, 2019

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Taking a Moment

I’m making this rhyme
to fight what I squander.

Taking this time
to write and to ponder.

Grasping suggestions
condoned by the lawless.

Asking these questions
alone in my solace.

Alone in our room
we fill now with others.

Cologne from my groom
distilled from our summers.

History haunts me
for task is a demon.

Mystery wants me
to bask in my freedom.

But I make it hard
although it’s quite easy.

For I am the the starved
and I could fight greedy.

Could drown in the drink
and choke on the meaning.

Backdown what I think;
provoke quarantining.

Could flail to shake crimes
twitch slake my incense.

Could fail to make rhymes
which make any sense.

Could fail in bestowment
to get what I need.

So I’ll take this moment
to see I succeed.

Written by Jason Wright
August 4, 2019

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Ex-cised Ex-citement

I spoke to my boyfriend
and three of my exes….

I broke through the wasteland
of various sexes…

Left message for fourth
with no one inside me…

Saddled and spurred
with no one to ride me.

Written by Jason Wright
August 2, 2019

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Allowances

I want to kiss him
and taste of his lover.

I must abstain
if I want the other.

All taste the same;
the lie that I tell.

I know desire
will send me to Hell.

I want to read
and weep through the diction.

Allow me to breathe
and keep to the fiction.

Allow me to feel
all the lies that we tell.

Allow me to heal
and despise what we sell.

Allowances given.
Allowances taken.

From what is allowed
we may not awaken.

What is allowed
may infest us inside.

What is allowed
would best be denied.

Written by Jason Wright
August 2, 2019

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That Moment in the Reeds

A part of each other
that makes us both sad…

It’s hard to get over
what we never had…

Our love was requited
but we were a mess…

Inside recited
what made us obsessed:

The tint in those skies.
The feel of the wind.
The glint in your eyes.
The scent of your skin.

The kiss that meant nothing
until we were gone.

The kiss that meant something
because we were wrong.

The kiss was abandoned
unknown in the splendor…

The kiss never happened
although we remember.

Written by Jason Wright
March 26, 2019