BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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make the muse leave
return here tomorrow
sleep beneath seas
or on Kilimanjaro
sleep among stars
or men who are nude
don’t let the muse
prevent or intrude
into what gives you strength
and what calms your screams
your muse will return
inspired by dreams
Written by Jason Wright
August 4, 2017
Don’t stop for strangers;
they’re likely fish women,
The sex and the dangers
are strictly forbidden,
The songs and the smells
lead always to madness,
And she that was wanted
will leave your soul haunted…
Will leave and then cleave you in two
through your sadness.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
I haven’t heard
this music in ages,
Danced San Francisco
with Breakfast in Vegas,
Down underground
& you only live twice,
On New York play list
my life has been spliced.
Over the ground
it’s westward I’m stabbing,
Pimping my sneakers
which aren’t quite worth having,
Ditching the songs
in hope of return,
Lighting my way
with dead stars that burn.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
Dancing ecstatic
on a Barrel of a Gun
until mariachi band boards the train
and hideous smelling woman’s back fat
covered in deceptive pink
is pressed between slats to assault,
scar, wound and torment
my once focused psyche.
Pig thing whines and runs
as NIN sings
about Year Zero.
Thank Trent! (with a silent Capital G)
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
Hands held to station
then a kiss for goodbye,
Emotion, sensation
or a beautiful lie?
But I’m not complaining:
Kill me fast…Kill me slow,
Hold me fast to the past
Hold me down or let go,
Shimmer of memory
as tears fall and flow,
Such aching hunger…
Such shaking need…
When I was younger
such things made me bleed…
Time to grow up…
Time!
Leave me be!
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
Training again…
Will nervousness end?
Hunger and thirst
that I can’t comprehend?
I stopped twice for both
but left empty handed.
Craving for more than
time had demanded.
Not making sense though
I strive through sensation…
Although I starve
and long for hydration.
Written by Jason Wright
July 30, 2017
I’ve had adventures
and I have explored,
and I had achieved
every possible score,
but you’re taking me further;
you are the key…
Enslaved to desires:
you’re setting me free.
Written by Jason Wright
July 28, 2017
For Aaron
my headphones are broken
already ripped open
could not find the cloth
and I’m running late
don’t know that I want this
can I stand here dressed like this?
goth boy is sweating
panic on train
but breathe and get through this
you know you can do this
you just have to break from
your mind’s lonely cage
I’ll dry and arrive there
Jamie will not care
get it all done
and you’ll be all the rage
Written by Jason Wright
July 27, 2017
Jeff was my lover
when we watched “The Lover”
a novel I’ve read
a handful of times.
I have the music
I chose to live through it
it can make me sad
to think of those times.
The smell of him naked
that memory faded
can often be vivid
when he lingers there.
He came here to see me
L.A. to N.Y.C.
“Black is the color
of my true love’s hair”.
He was here and I saw him
his smile was awesome
and our kiss goodnight
was a ghost lost in time…
I longed to devour
him there in his tower
but I walked away then
from what once was mine.
And maybe he’ll miss this
or maybe dismiss this
my words as a candy kiss
swoon of a child.
But I mean what I’m writing
still find him exciting
no point now in hiding
Jeff left me beguiled.
Written by Jason Wright
July 27, 2017
Ready for bed
and yet I am writing.
I’d rather be sleeping
so why am I fighting?
Maybe because I’m asleep and I’m dreaming
of writing awake as I’m quietly screaming:
GO! TO! SLEEP!
Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 2017