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Sparking the Dragons

I finally break ground
on what he never heard.

I finally break down
as I listen to her
designedly drowned
in dimes and volkswagens…

I finally get down
In (these) Times of Dragons.

I’ve kissed and I’ve thought
of the old wrongs renewed…

I’ve listened a lot
to the old songs he knew…

We SPARK to prolong
what will never appear…

It’s dark to hear songs
that he won’t ever hear.

Written by Jason Wright
May 7, 2026

For Sean – who would have loved the new Tori Amos album.



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I listened to the new songs 6 days after the release of “In Times of Dragons” and I thought I was fine, but then I thought of Sean never getting to hear this and I wept in the shower. Aaron noticed I was sad but I was tired and unable to talk about it. I’ll explain it later. If I could give Sean this album I would. But I can’t, and that hurts. – Jason




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“Love Will Tear Us Apart”

The night we met was perfect
and y(our) first kiss haunts me now.

We might have been imperfect…
(Ian Curtis taunts our vow)

Torn apart by love
and doubt
by time
and timely yearning…

Torn apart by love
about
this time
of no returning…

You blessed me on the spot
and then you left me feeling cursed.

I guess we kissed a lot of men
but I was still your first.

I know I’m not the last to love you;
know I’ve not the right…

But close my eyes
and I’m above you…

Comfort me tonight.

Written by Jason Wright
February 22, 2022

For Sean Mobley / Theo Wolfe

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The Whale Trilogy

1

Pain radiates
through smoothly shaven flesh,

Unseen skull
in burning wrapping paper,

I skitter to share
what it seeks to prevent…

The years are a bitch
and I ache to betray her…

For words in this gloaming
are enabled by night…

Even when tinged
with the heartbreak of sorrow…

Thoughts freely roaming
until morning sight…

Might seem unhinged
come the light of tomorrow.

2

There was a morning, a day, a hot afternoon
where I thought my life would change…
where my wandering
had finally altered my direction…
but it wasn’t meant to be.
Perhaps every day is like this for others…
but the day I am thinking of,
the day of sex before the sermon,
I believed that I’d finally arrived
somewhere I was meant to be,
only to learn across the years
that I would seldom ever return,
and I wish I would have known
how special that time was,
how precious those moments.

It’s altogether different
yet somehow the same
when watching you
watching whales…
when the music you share
nearly kills me with it’s mournful beauty –
giving me fever chills and death spasms
before my fever breaks
and I’m allowed to dance
in the trance of our shoegazing
dream pop.

In the fever
all that could comfort me
was the seemingly old
but younger woman
with the ghost on the porch…
An echo of that first reading
joining my pain across two different eras.

3

The first would have been discovery,
and on the very brink of puberty
as I stumbled through that sea of trees
to find a validating fiction.

And now the feeling: brotherly,
yet still cherry stink of nudity
as I’m humbled by our deities
to bind an animated friction.

And the proof
it is not fair
but the truth
is he’s out there
begging for money,
trading sex for drugs hungry
while the whales circle round us
tasting sweetly table scraps.

And the lie
if there is one
is that life
is a shotgun
because life hasn’t drowned us
baby please don’t go like that.

Written by Jason Wright
April 19, 2018

For Sean (Mobley) and Steve and Anthony.

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Salvation Endeth After Nothing

The best actor tonight
reminded me of you;
I thought to speak this
but then remembered
your cruel insanity
and the way you cut me
before cowardly running
away to your drugs;
your marriage of lies and pain,
denial and hope,
sadness and despair.

I wanted to invite you to our party,
the way I always reach out and invite you,
but having removed yourself from my life
I can’t extend the invitation
which you confusingly attested
had never been offered in the past…
even though I always welcomed you
and sought to join our worlds together.

You called me the night that your father died
in October 2011,
and when I inquired,
you said he’d have been happy to have me there,
but then there were no words or information given.

I invited you camping for a night in 2016
and you agreed but then your future fiance
blackmailed you into staying behind.

You asked me to take photographs
of a famed NYC locale which I spent
a day reaching to amuse you,
only to share them with no response whatsoever.

I invited, again & again,
and you cancelled,
made excuses,
ignored or hid for no reason
I’ve been informed of.

Every time I reached out,
you were grateful,
but refused to touch.

Until the night came of The Body Politic when you accused,
expelling your poison laced accusations
with no possibility for my response,
despite years shared in conversation,
dedication and nearly 16 years after
the most perfect kiss that I’ll have ever given.

That night I chose not to follow you.
Not again.
I will not chase you simply because you’ve chosen to run.
I will not struggle through your shit
just because you feel like being an asshole.

If you reach out to me
I will be there,
but I don’t have the strength
to force you to see reason
or remember how I have championed you.

If I’m lucky I’ll hear from you again someday
but I suspect I will only hear of your untimely end.

You were out of your mind on junk
the entire time I knew you
but I just couldn’t see it.

I see it now
and no matter how much I try
I can’t stop loving you.

The only difference is
I love myself now too
and I deserve better
than to suffer for the choices that you’ve made.

Wake the fuck up!

Written by Jason Wright
December 15, 2017

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Runner Without a Cause

Our love like a flower
who’s petals you’ve bruised.

You listened to madness;
refused to hear truth.

You filled me with sadness
for love had been soured.

You looked like an angel
but ran like a coward.

Accepted gift horse and
betrayed with belief.

Did not question source;
just attacked in your grief.

You lashed out with lies
fed to you by phantoms.

Couldn’t meet eyes
as you gave in to tantrums.

Attacked with untruths
sold as truth without cause.

You deny my response;
you must know yours is flawed.

You bought into farce
but refuse explanation.

I will not be broken
by your devastation.

I’ve loved you for years
and that won’t go away.

Even with all of the hate
that you spray.

I won’t fall to fear,
to anger or malice.

I won’t be a fool
or be rude or be callous.

Won’t be overwhelmed
by your venomous exit.

Won’t disavow the
love of the desperate.

Won’t drown in pain
although there are tears.

I won’t chase a man
who’s been running for years.

I will not forget as
you shun and run from me.

I will not regret
what you’ve painted as ugly.

That you could believe
when I’ve loved you for ages…

That you could be mean
without cause is outrageous…

And our perfect kiss
which you’ve lost in cliché…

I will not give chase
when you’ve thrown that away.

Yet my love is not lost
in spite of the burns…

And I’ll leave a light on
in the hope you’ll return…

For I’ve done nothing wrong
despite point of view…

And you’ve no need to run
because love remains true.

Written by Jason Wright
July 24, 2017

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TWO DAYS WILL BE TEN

Holding hands with Sean Mobley in Ann Arbor Michigan on August 12, 2010: my 36th birthday.

The most perfect kiss
that I’ve ever had…

An innocent bliss
before it went bad…

A smile and glow;
erections and laughter…

That kiss was worth everything;
all that came after.

He passed through my heart
and I barely saw him…

He rips me apart
with the truth of his random
journey through life
and I wish I could hold him…

I wish I could make it alright
and I’ve told him…

I can’t save myself
so I can’t be his savior…

I’m falling apart
and I’m falling from favor…

I’ve crashed to the Earth
and I’m trashed in this crater…

Yet the bliss
of that kiss
still exists ten years later.

Written by Jason Wright
October 16, 2011

For Sean

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WISHING

March 26, 2011. This was the last time that I ever saw Sean in person.

Wish you were here
and that things were the same
as they were when I met you
with no one to blame…
with no illness or madness
or distance between us…
I wish you were here
with desire to fill us…
I wish you were riding
and we were together…
I wish we were writing
and we were forever…
I wish that the others
who found you were kinder…
My wishes serve as a constant reminder
that wishes mean nothing in the face of disaster…
I wish I could hear the sound of your laughter…
I wish I inspired it…
Although it sounds sappy…
I wish you the best and hope that you’re happy.

Written by Jason Wright
August 26, 2011

For Sean: who inspired much more and deserves so much better.

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