OUT IN THE OPEN

·We danced Friday night
to that Friday night music –

The passion was there
but I chose to refuse it –

The sobering sight
of the children & their pride –

The heat & the night
drew us all out from inside.

The girl by my side
& the others who knew me –

They all made me smile
& they all saw right through me –

They all knew my weakness
for people & laughter –

They all knew I wanted
the boy who came after:

The boy dressed in orange.
The candy: raspberry.
His friends were delicious.
His laughter was cherry.
Our goodbye was a smile.
The night was colossal.

I always find joy
when I’m profoundly hostile.

Written by Jason Wright
May 6, 2000

For Melissa, Lee C, M.V., Maggie, Laurie, & Dawn,
but mostly for Shawn – who’s reply made me smile.

Edit:

The artwork was meant to replicate the traffic that night in Ann Arbor. The above version is an expanded view of the original, which I’ll share here:

Melissa was a girl that my then roommate and ex-bf Mark Adams was trying to date. I drove us to the bar after getting food and stopping at a bank.

Lee C & M.V. were men I knew from online on GAY DOT COM (remember when that was a thing?), and though our paths crossed a couple of times, I never knew their full names, so I don’t know what ever became of them.

I met Shawn Foreman that night, along with Maggie Ernst, Laurie Prater and their friend Dawn. I dated Shawn and I was in love with him for years. That night he had noticed the scars on my wrists which endeared him to me right away, but I was pretty bitchy, even as I was trying flirt with him and he called me (with some affection) “profoundly hostile”. When he read this poem he reevaluated his opinion of me. We dated briefly, but intensely. We later hooked up a couple of more times over the years. And I last saw him in person in October of 2011, just 21 days before I met my partner, Aaron Sanko. But he and I still trade messages now and again.

Maggie became a close friend but I later learned she was a compulsive liar, to me and about me. I dropped her on the spot, which was quite painful. I think Dawn visited me once with Maggie but I vaguely remember her and I hashing it out over gay rights and religious bullshit, which I believe ended with me calling her “a pathetic Jesus Licker”, which seemed to offend her at least as much as I’d hoped that it would and she never spoke to me again – which I considered mission accomplished – good riddance. Laurie is simply one of the most remarkable people I’ve ever met and we still trade messages occasionally – I last saw her in person at a Michigan theater in July of 2021.

Jason (05-08-26)

A Thorn For Coronation

In the cold summer heat
where the chill is inside…

The boy in the garden
has secrets to hide…

Walking with walkman
and singing a dirge…

A screaming erection
while fighting the urge…

To talk to his idol;
soft spoken and gentle…

The man is a monster
yet so sentimental…

The man is tormented
and torments this boy…

With feelings that threaten
to create or destroy…
The boy in the garden.

The man that was chosen…
By fate or by chance?
He never will know…

But the boy has been captured.
The boy is enraptured.

The boy is in love
with a man made of snow.

Written by Jason Wright
February 3, 2000

Inspired by Jason Alery,

who I obsessed over endlessly in school,
while listening to “Winter Marches On” by Duran Duran.

Cursed

Looking back at that
long ago
boyhood vacation…

That time of temptation…

That hour when (where)
boys were not all they seemed –

Looking back at that boy
who would seek and destroy
me long after the fact…
I could not react…

In my memory intact
I am cursed and I screamed.

Written by Jason Wright
January 8, 2000


For Patrick: Please Forgive Me.

Patrick was a boy I met on vacation who showed an interest in me, who I should have reacted to but didn’t, which is something I have always regretted, though I know I was trying to do what I thought was right. And we parted on good terms, with a hug goodbye, but it feels like an unresolved thing.

THE BOY FADES OUT

Remember that boy
& his inspiration?

Remember that boy
& our invitation?

Remember that boy?
Without hesitation…

Remember that boy
& you remember temptation.

But I don’t know that boy
& he doesn’t know me.

The boy faded out
& set us both free.

But then why am I writing
of his faded memory?

Whatever Whatever
will be will be.

Written by Jason Wright
January 3, 2000


For Nate:

Someone that I don’t really know, whose appearances are always brief and electric, who I wanted before I knew his name and long before his sweetest confession.

In the late 90s I spent nearly every night at a Denny’s located at 3310 Washtenaw Avenue in Ann Arbor, which was permanently closed on March 30, 2022, and has since been demolished to make way for a new Chick-fil-A. Gross.

That’s where I knew Nate from. I never knew his last name. I didn’t think I stood a chance with him but he said something really cryptic to me once that turned heads…but I only saw him once after that and it was in passing and he looked like he had really been put through the wringer. It wasn’t the kind of situation where I could talk to him and I never really knew him very well, so he just disappeared from my life. I hope he’s good.

Gaydar

That moment our eyes meet
as we pass on that dark street…

The magic that flows from your essence:
Immense.

That instant attraction
that calls us to action…

That look in our eyes is both lost and
Intense.

That touch of your hand
makes us both understand…

We know we are more than just casual
brothers.

My voiceless reply
speaks volumes and I
know that look in your eyes…
We are almost like lovers.

But the moment: it passes
and we’re lost to the masses;
The Moment is gone…
We will wait for another.

For we were both stricken:
Cheeks blushed and cocks thickened…

For that moment in time we were lost in
each other.

Written by Jason Wright
October 1, 1999

KISSING THE GODDESS

A dream
I had this evening…

A dream
of dyed red hair…

A Goddess
over the city you were…

I looked up
and saw you there.

You were smile
and tassel dangling…

You were madness
and mind mangling…

You were sad
to watch gun fire…

As you shined
for my new lover…

And you blew
a kiss from heaven…

And I knew
I was forgiven…

For Poetry
was my promise…

But you
the ever doubting Thomas…

Had seen poetry
and magic…

You’d seen drama
laughter tragic…

All of that
and more…

Within the man
you knew before.

For though I’m mortal
failure flaw…

Poetic justice
in me saw…

You saw my passion
and my bliss…

When you looked down…
Beneath your crown…
Two men knelt down…
And shared a kiss.

And that kiss
released me from my debt…

You laughed in triumph
without regret…

Your tears were
joyous falling rain…

My lover
touched my face again…

And the Goddess watched
and remembered the past…

And knew we were both
where we wanted at last.

Written By Jason Wright
September 17, 1999

For Carrie Ann Knauss

For your 20th birthday and more!

You’ve been Goddess and lover…
You are a friend and a sister…
You are all things to me…
All things and more.

I’ll love you always.

RECIDIVOUS

I met him that night when it couldn’t have mattered…
We had gone too far when it did –
(to be sure)…

For before we had ever spoken or thought,
we were lost to that darkness –
with never a cure.

His eyes bright with drunken
boyish wonder,

This frock coated gentleman
bathed in black light,
and filled with a sadness
that tore me asunder:

We shattered together
and splinted the night.

In the encounters that followed
we rescued each other
but we knew we would never be saved…

For there are no survivors
from the plague of desires;
not when both men are ripe to be craved.

Our dire bravery in ruinous pleasure;
this sickness that found us as brothers…
was doomed from the moment our eyes met each others’:
no cure for these lost hungry lovers.

Written by Jason Wright
April 28, 1999

For Dorian:

Who is far too delicious and urban an angel
to not inspire my mind or my dick.

Dear Friend:

The night that I met you –
you seemed so familiar…

An innocent…so vulgar,
like The Children I’ve Known.

I felt so nostalgic –
with weeping confessions,
your bloodletting questions
made me feel less alone.

The Children are gone now –
although I still breathe,

I know I can’t leave,
though my memories cry.

I think I now know how –
reflection might save me,
allow me to break free,
as long as I don’t die.

I dream of escape from –
the nightmares that haunt me,
that grim reaper taunts me,
this war without end.

On a night when the darkness –
will fall and embrace me,
and time will erase me,
I won’t have lived longer
than at least this

Dear Friend.

Written by Jason Wright
April 11, 1997

For Ian

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