BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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Reduced to a shadow
in land filled with monsters,
Waiting in lines
snorted daily by bombers,
Who burn as they smile
for virgins expected,
A practice for final
performance reflected,
In eyes of those monsters
who actually greet them,
They don’t know the horrors
that rush up to meet them.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
Don’t stop for strangers;
they’re likely fish women,
The sex and the dangers
are strictly forbidden,
The songs and the smells
lead always to madness,
And she that was wanted
will leave your soul haunted…
Will leave and then cleave you in two
through your sadness.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
Words slip and powder
the life behind left me,
Blood staining snow
as my essence is set free,
The stories unplanned
as they rush to the pages,
Lyrics of carols
unbound here in stages,
Which might not be perfect
but what truly is?
We do what we can
when we seek to exist.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
Waiting an hour
for line to die down,
Waiting for queens
to swallow my crown,
Nervous awareness
of people beside me,
The Aarons are rude
and can’t be inside me,
The Aarons are restless
inside of my pants,
The Aarons are separate
in this circumstance,
Each Aaron’s schedule
is packed and excited,
Yet sadly their plans
may keep us divided.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
For Aaron and Aaron.
I haven’t heard
this music in ages,
Danced San Francisco
with Breakfast in Vegas,
Down underground
& you only live twice,
On New York play list
my life has been spliced.
Over the ground
it’s westward I’m stabbing,
Pimping my sneakers
which aren’t quite worth having,
Ditching the songs
in hope of return,
Lighting my way
with dead stars that burn.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
Dancing ecstatic
on a Barrel of a Gun
until mariachi band boards the train
and hideous smelling woman’s back fat
covered in deceptive pink
is pressed between slats to assault,
scar, wound and torment
my once focused psyche.
Pig thing whines and runs
as NIN sings
about Year Zero.
Thank Trent! (with a silent Capital G)
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
Hands held to station
then a kiss for goodbye,
Emotion, sensation
or a beautiful lie?
But I’m not complaining:
Kill me fast…Kill me slow,
Hold me fast to the past
Hold me down or let go,
Shimmer of memory
as tears fall and flow,
Such aching hunger…
Such shaking need…
When I was younger
such things made me bleed…
Time to grow up…
Time!
Leave me be!
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
bad day for stomach
bad day for mind
haunted by ghosts
that I can’t leave behind
haunted by siblings
alive in my dreams
the girl keeps on drowning
and stripping in streams
and light is no comfort
nor poetry medley
life can’t be stopped
life always deadly
Written by Jason Wright
July 30, 2017
Training again…
Will nervousness end?
Hunger and thirst
that I can’t comprehend?
I stopped twice for both
but left empty handed.
Craving for more than
time had demanded.
Not making sense though
I strive through sensation…
Although I starve
and long for hydration.
Written by Jason Wright
July 30, 2017
I’m somewhere familiar;
I’m somewhere surprised…
A month ago walking
with tears in my eyes…
But pain of that moment
cannot touch me now…
The thought of that change
makes me smile somehow…
And it was a nightmare
that I couldn’t shake…
Yet it can’t touch me now
because I am awake.
Written by Jason Wright
July 28, 2017