Category: Jason’s Favorite Poems

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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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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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Playoff

I deal out desire;
invite a new player.

Conceal and conspire
in light of betrayer.

I match and he scores
as he breaks all the rules…

As I catch on all fours
an outbreak of fools.

He tells him
he’s lonely;
I “can’t understand”.

He tells him
I’m only
a shell of a man.

He sells
controversy
to man who would take him.

He tells him
he’s thirsty
and I cannot slake him.

He whimpers and sighs
and admires our plunder.

He whispers these lies
to inspire my hunger.

He lays out the shame
that I’m hot to defray.

He plays out the game
that I’ve taught him to play.

Written by Jason Wright
August 22, 2018

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The Day After Dream

The day after dreaming
of lakes and of drowning
with lost lovers speaking / escaping / surmounting…

The day after Brian
had turned forty-two
(though former Hawaiian was lost to me too)…

The day that a cousin
came out to heartbreak
and family treasure was lost in a lake…

When Aaron confessed
to the death with his crying:

Was my dream of sex
just prediction of dying?

Written by Jason Wright
July 30, 2018

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The Jasons

I smell his impulse
from a half day away.

The hint of a riddle
in the half light of pain.

The soft siren song
that tempts me with silence.

The voice of the child
bereft of my guidance.

I see what is hidden
as I feel what he fears.

We share the forbidden
truth shed in our tears.

We are each other
in flesh father carved.

This child is me
and I won’t let him starve.

Written by Jason Wright
July 29, 2018

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Day of the Dream

In the dream, on Brian’s 42nd birthday,
Aaron drives into lake,
which covers family riches.

And back at campground
I find well adjusted Michael,
with his playful latin lover,
who allows us our alone time
to heal, cuddling naked
and sharing our long overdue kisses,
shared decades after repeatedly fucking
for close to 10 years
straight.

This is something
that he wanted for so long
and I try to let him breathe
and I’m surprised to learn
they fixed that years ago –
I didn’t know that they could.

He’s happy and clean,
old with regret yet somehow
young in the satisfaction
of decisions finally made.

There was
no wife –
no children –
no victims –
and he was saving himself
before drowning in his own lies.

Written by Jason Wright
July 24, 2018

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Distance Between Us

Distance demeans us
for now fourteen days,

Distance between us
obscene with clichés,

The grace gleaned atonement
as our love is scoured
in space between moments,
minutes and hours.

The senseless deceit;
seduction perverted,

Less than complete
destruction averted,

Obsessed as I seek
prince burned by charade,

Less than a week
since I learned he betrayed.

From dreams bleak
come night scares;
enshrouding the outcome,

Two weeks from nightmare
I strive to arouse from…

Two weeks resorting
to doubt, lies and whimpers,

Two weeks to sort out
the dream signs and whispers,

Two weeks derided
by sickness and penis,

Two weeks divided
by distance between us.

Written by Jason Wright
July 20, 2018

For Aaron & Brian,
2 weeks to the day.

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Dishonesty

July says goodbye
heading east into August…

The truth is a lie
or at least it’s not honest…

For “the truth” is deceptive;
the term’s a mirage
which no contraceptive
confirms with applause.

Your secret is known
and your lies are the truth…

Turning flesh into stone
despised by my youth.

Written by Jason Wright
July 15, 2018

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Two Twenty Seven

I was going to write to you
about the nightmares you inspired
but amidst distraction
I scrawled: 2/27
and I decided to follow that path instead.

I do that now.
I observe seemingly random behavior
and allow it to take me
somewhere unplanned
until I reach the end.

“This is not the end.”

A bumper sticker
on trashy artsy wall and:

“EAT MY PUSSY SO I KNOW IT’S REAL”

which strikes me as poetic
and insightful, rather than profane…
sad and beautiful
until Madonna’s Sex Book Mix
of Erotica starts playing
and I dance myself to distraction.

Written by Jason Wright
July 2, 2018

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Cleansing Silence

The man on the train is
overly friendly,
he sings too loudly & is apparently
allergic to soap.

My fourth train today
in just three hours.

My music protects me.
The pen resurrects me.

As good humor returns
everything (again)
seems possible.

Sickness will return and
these assholes will rip my muted sanity
asunder…

But this is bliss
in the absence of victory…

This bristle brush crisp
of ever present consciousness –
scrubbed raw in effervescent spray
of flaming frothing humanity.

Written by Jason Wright
July 2, 2018

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