BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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The voice of sex
is hard to describe,
Can’t explain how
it squirms between thighs,
Can’t quantify
the subtle confection
which twenty years later
still stirs my erection.
It isn’t the lyrics…
It’s not the appearance;
such pretty covers
don’t cause interference
tween shoegaze dream-pop
and all else surrounds them:
Still feel the magic
from when I first found them…
Still feel the power…
Still lost in their sway…
Still dance to Crank
when I want to pray.
Written by Jason Wright
July 28, 2017
Skipping by Nero
was never intended
Stripping my intro
from man I befriended
And he tried to change her
but she never loved him
I wanted to tell her
that she should not scold him
Wanted connection
when I could not hold him
But Nero was damaged
by lack of affection
His eyes held the world
bereft of direction
The world burned to ashes
infected by pain
And the last of his tears
were lost in the rain
Written by Jason Wright
July 27, 2017
Steve was a shadow
I swore not to touch.
A slip of a boy
with eyeliner smudged.
That he was forbidden
made him all the more tempting.
Catherine Wheel sang
while I was pretending
that I did not want him,
as if he was nothing…
When behind my closed eyes
we were constantly fucking.
Written by Jason Wright
July 27, 2017