BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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I’m one half of a couple
laying one side of a bed…
should I cry or laugh or cuddle?
I can’t escape my dread
city
country
heat & frost
& contradictions keep
me hungry and exhausted
but I cannot eat or sleep
you haunt me
without equal
as I thunder
through our hallways
I want you
resting peaceful
yet I hunger
for you always.
Written by Jason Wright
May 26, 2018
For Aaron & Little Jason
I came here a stranger
embraced without a question,
You welcomed me here
and ensured my affection,
He’s broken and lost
and screaming inside me,
His pain is too much
and begins to divide me,
He learned not to eat
so that he could survive,
He’s making me sick
so that I’ll stay alive,
But he is confused
because he was deceived,
Our father told lies
that his children believed,
Little Boy Blue
always here to remind me…
And little boy fighting
is killing me kindly.
Written by Jason Wright
September 2, 2017
Camping together
like times that he’s had,
I can’t quite explain
why L.J. is sad,
Why gun to his head
is aiming at me,
Triggered by all things
that will never be.
I give him this time
to heal and reflect,
He feels so alone
yet our lives intersect,
I know he is haunted –
I know he’s a ghost,
I know that they hurt
what he wanted the most,
But he’s not alone
because I’m always near,
And though he is gone
I know he is here…
I know he is sad
and I’m paying attention,
I’m holding him close
in this time of reflection,
So don’t be afraid;
I am strong and can do this,
It wasn’t his fault
and I give him forgiveness.
Written by Jason Wright
September 2, 2017
For Little Jason and his father David.
The video plays
and I see her alive.
She’s been dead for years;
I’d forgotten her eyes.
There’s a part where he fucks me
with a mask that’s removed…
and I could not remember
until I saw the truth.
How can someone alive
be so very dead?
The video plays
and gets stuck in my head.
He wants to destroy it
but just doesn’t see…
that when he was alive
he was buried in me.
I cradle his shell
and I weep and inquire…
wasn’t he there
when he showed me desire?
Was I always alone
and alive more than most?
Was he always so sad?
Was he always a ghost?
And he weeps
there’s no answer
and he quakes at my touch.
And I show him I loved him
and ever so much.
We cry at the memory
made flesh and erection…
and she smiles from grave;
success;
resurrection.
Written by Jason Wright
March 1, 2013
For: Jason, John & Deana
who still haunt my dreams.