Category: Jason’s Favorite Poems

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The One That Stops Him From Feeling

Ian music is song of drug addiction
ascribed to crazy haired Cure fan
who raved about Mood Swings
near Autumn, in the magic of her
midnight gallery opening
I would never witness in the light
of 90’s Ann Arbor Michigan day.

I met him 3 times
before Pizza House friend
cursed his life
and sent him to his smack filled
heroin infused ever after…

But I never knew “the asshole”;
I only remember his kiss…
Paul’s longing description…
Carrie’s guiltless confession…
and Dorian’s unexpected words
which brought all these memorial ingredients
into focus and allowed me finally to mourn –
listening to Numbness on NYC downtown train to The Prom –
no tears –
but a sad smile
and a kiss goodbye
in the same deep water as you.

Written by Jason Wright
March 1, 2019

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Whore Friending Angel

The whore
used to make friends
by sleeping with them,
and though his behavior
has changed overtime,
the impulse
has stayed with him.

The young blond angel
asks this attention seeking whore
if he had to work for his blistering wit
or if it’s simply the product of his
inbred white-trash genetics?

“I got it from my sister.” I reply,
which doesn’t necessarily answer the angel’s question.

I enjoy the way he sounds as he asks me
and I struggle not to sexualize him
(with some limited success),
though I inevitably sexualize everything,
don’t I?

He seems both exceptionally strong
and remarkably fragile,
but I find this contrast
charming and disarming,
and find myself feeling protective,
encouraging,
and blessed every time
the angel’s eyes meet mine.

I know I’ll struggle with sharing this
with him.

Will my honesty
damn a budding friendship?

It wouldn’t be the first time.

And if that’s a possibility
should I now bite my tongue
for fear of hurting us
and by extension,
my lover and partner in all things?

I’m probably overthinking this.

This is stupid.

I know that Aaron will not be bothered,
and I’m keenly aware
that my lust is just an ever present companion,
an innocent natural type of
curious exploration and
my invisible personal passageway
to kinship.

Everyone knows such consummation is unlikely at best;
a friendship perverted by unholy unions
might make for provocative fantasy but let’s get real:

One seldom encounters angels
in the gutters of my mind.

Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2019

For Liam

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Closed Eyes Opened

The keys to locked doors
set me free, allowing me
to traverse a life
that will not break me today,
despite micro instances of
bloodshed
behind closed eyes.

The twin chasms of
lust and betrayal
may never find
the balance
that I crave
but I put on a brave face,
open closed eyes
and look deep into
the darkened faces of my tormentors,
even as I feel my way toward illumination
by way of my blissed out cock
jutting confidently before me;
serving as my divining rod to truth,
my directional arrow,
my compass arm…
keeping me on course,
keeping me honest,
keeping me open in a world
which seeks to close my eyes forever.

Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2019

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The Mornings

After all of night’s magic
has faded away,
dwindling down to nothing
but the glisten of dew
beneath the cool dawning sun,
that cruel spray of light
will rip lovers apart.

For when lovers
cease to be enraptured,
fumbling toward clothing
endowed with doubt,
laced with fear,
rejection and shame…

all the night’s magic
fades like a dream

and haunts us
for the rest of our days…

Even those who we cannot remember.

Written by Jason Wright
February 23, 2019

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The Decision

All of your life
I was waiting

beneath the surface
where we could not see one another
through that reflective prismatic
membrane…
down beneath waves
in an ocean of time.

Our meeting
was not the frothy crash
one might expect between
two long separate bodies;
more a subtle swallowing

of pride,
an exceptional chance encounter between worlds,
between men,
emptied and refilled and accepted –
we drank each other down.

you are my sustenance

you have long nourished my soul
in a calming deluge of possibility,
a commingling of creation and interpretation –
your intoxicating mixture of unspeakable talent
with benevolent decency,
such rare treasure

is my honor and privilege to behold
and to bathe in,
to witness all that lies beneath

all that others seldom see.

How could anyone observe such strength
and such frailty,
such passion –

Who could spy such longing
and not find themselves quickened?

Such stimulation
can rob mortal men of decisional capacity.

I had no choice but to love you, you see…

And yet I find that
I decided all the same.

I chose to embrace the experience of you,
to appreciate it for what it was
and what you were,
I opted to be vulnerable and to be strong,
and then finally I agreed to follow
that untrodden path wherever it might lead.

You are the decision that has changed my life forever.

You are the choice that I made
that I have never regretted.

Written by Jason Wright
February 13, 2019

For Aaron

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A Stretch of Dark

On a harvesting night
from my sadness you came,

In the darkening light
in the absence of shame,

In vestige of darkness
inside your bright eyes,

Invested catharsis
within our rite lies,

I summoned you there
with my longing and pain,

I cum and inside you share
bonding profane,

You take that spark faded
and stretch it around us,

You make the dark sacred;
in darkness we found us.

Written by Jason Wright
January 24, 2019

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Split Infinity

A schism divides
and cleaves unrepented.

The system provides
and leaves us fragmented.

The fracture of fiction;
the lies when they’re spoken.

Fashioning friction
that dies when we’re broken.

Understand truth blinds
unfurled when run through.

I’m a man of two minds
in a world ripped in two.

Written by Jason Wright
January 24, 2019

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Everyone

Everyone is naked.
Everyone is nude.
Under cover.
Under clothing.
Under censorship’s
well-meaning-ever-
watchful eye…

Big Brother insists.

And so
everyone stares.

We all are complicit.

If only we shared
what’s mislabeled illicit.

We all need to care
and we must not dismiss it…

We enter this world
and are labeled explicit.

Written by Jason Wright
January 24, 2019

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Heroic Duplicity

I try to conspire
to knock your socks off,

I lie to liars
to get our rocks off,

They think I’m not strong
but I’m really a freak,

I prey on the wrong
who savage the weak,

I ravage the monsters
within my deception,

They feed my hunger
for pain and erections.

Written by Jason Wright
January 23, 2019

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Dramatically True

Walking into the cold city darkness
in my not-unpleasant,
whiskey warm stumble
toward Claritin-D
and embryonic friendship
with stunning young man
who unknowingly rips me in half
with answers I don’t have
concerning my partner’s state of mind.

The truth is
there’s been almost no time
to enquire
in new scheduled madness…
but the truth has
never felt more like a lame excuse.

On the way back to gay sports bar,
after kindness in complimentary
never-ending hallway
with the book that apparently nobody wants or needs,
we again stumble into unknown territory
on another subject I feel I should better grasp
as it borders on both
experience and uncensored friendships
which have somehow (again)
left me lacking coherence or apparent depth
upon current recollection…

Yet I must question if these memories
are accurate or merely rambled here
for dramatic effect,
for an audience who demands that I write
but refuses to listen.

The real truth,
the more appropriately honest
fortune cookie wisdom
crunches open
beneath Poetry Table instructions
for impromptu musings…

When all I’m thinking about
are new people
weaving in and out of my experience
which dangle here in disarray
to be encompassed later
in organized impressions.

Written by Jason Wright
January 17, 2019

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