Betwixt thirtysomethings
which no one can master.
Eclipsed by the flings
which grow from disaster.
Unseen by each other
we tumble hereafter.
Between one another we
stumble through laughter.
A man at the heart of us;
breaking and taking…
That man is a part of us:
waking and quaking…
Examine our lawlessness;
humbly and shaking…
The man inside all of us:
hungry and aching.
Amongst us he hides
and displays and divides;
discusses insides
and betrays and collides;
disgusted by nothing
which this man provides;
Us thrusting and blushing
is why the man thrives.
The man wants our souls
and our sex as well…
The man haunts our holes
and affects our farewells…
The man is the devil
and drags us to hell…
The man likes to rebel
without cause to tell.
The man is disruptive
but just below surface.
The man is corruptive
to slaves in his service.
The man is unnerving
but we all deserve this.
The man is a showman
and we are his circus.
The man is a duelist;
subtly jubilant,
brokenly flawless
when facing our youth.
He’s not an exclusionist;
not an illusionist,
openly honest:
embracing our truth.
The man is a gentleman;
shares with us: medicine:
compliments sprayed
and then rubbed into lather.
Man is adrenaline;
snares us with cinnamon,
documents splayed
that when snubbed do not matter.
The man as described
does not quite exist…
The uncircumscribed
subsist in abyss…
But unrecognized
they crawl from our thoughts
and unrealized
they sprawl in our spots…
They twist into something
we wish we could capture;
betwixt thirtysomethings
made squeamish by rapture.
Written by Jason Wright
October 12, 2019
For Christopher, Ahmed & Javier,
who inspired the seed from which this madness sprang.