BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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My lover stands
in Budapest
while I’m training
beneath the ground.
He speaks to me in ecstasies;
all the rage without a sound.
Madonna sings
Ilyssa speaks
Once again the girl is drowned.
Enough of talk
It’s time to walk
What was lost may yet be found.
Written by Jason Wright
June 21, 2017
I attempt to document
the immorality of Xanax
but the only evidence is a kooky fortune teller
who reads my chai tea leaves
and tells me I’m wasting my time.
I agree.
I think of him in California
on some app
naked and hunting
for affirmation of his desirability –
giving his attractiveness a score
equal to the number of dick pics he receives.
Will he thank them with blowjobs?
I don’t think he would cheat
but of course I never expect him to lie.
And why carry naked pictures
on a mobile device
if you don’t intend to share them?
I’ve seen things that I shouldn’t…
or should I have?
My inner I
is cloudy / wounded / bloody.
The red tears fall
and lubricate my way to the future.
Written by Jason Wright
May 25, 2017