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Doubling down
on singles and triples,
Struggling; drowning
on past participles,
Juggling clowns
while writing in riddles,
A whore wanting more
is hardly original.
So pay me no heed
while I bleed and I splutter,
Or pay me with sweetness;
with penis (and rubber),
We all know my weakness
technique motherfucker…
Lets lose ourselves
in the shells of each other.
Written by Jason Wright
July 25, 2017
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
He’s married (down low)
and he wants in our building.
But all fairies know
that you can’t rape the willing.
We know what he wants
before he confesses.
In the dark of his heart:
Who wouldn’t have guessed this?
Wouldn’t see through
the glaze of delusion?
Who could confuse
his lies for confusion?
Who would include this
deceptive exclusion?
A fairy has lied
if he has denied
existence defined
by his need for transfusion.
Written by Jason Wright
July 20, 2017
The sweetest of cruelties
behind lying eyes.
They never suspect
my favorite disguise.
They wouldn’t believe
that a man such as me
could crave such deceptions
to set myself free.
They’re quick to betray
for the sake of some cum.
They never suspect
that I’m having fun.
They see tiny victim;
laugh and point fingers.
But it’s my love that lasts;
my smile that lingers.
Written by Jason Wright
July 20, 2017
Today,
during my prostate exam,
Doctor said he was sorry
as he inserted a single finger.
I told him it was fine.
I wanted to say (but didn’t)
that he could use more than one.
I didn’t say
that his finger felt amazing
but was only a shadow of what
I’d felt earlier on Sunday morning.
The exam was brief and painless,
but left me wet.
My doctor is a horrible tease.
The doc says everything’s great
and that there’s no blood;
no sign for worry;
no cause for alarm.
I nearly ask him to try again
but instead I give thanks
while marveling that I remain
both physically and spiritually
intact.
Written by Jason Wright
July 11, 2017
“Prostrated” was written in a mad rush of notes, this being the first completed piece. The others were later finished in October and this became the final entry in a trilogy that was released later.
Also (and this may be Too Much Information), what I remember about this exam (which I’ve had every 3 months for years) was that I was curious if there would be any problems, because 2 days before, I had experienced double anal penetration in a threesome, which was the first time I’d ever done that. I felt great, so I thought everything was fine, but it was nice to have it confirmed by my doctor! And now you know…
Two men tormented
by men who are blind.
Two men prevented
from men they must find.
Two men inside me
who I may find care in…
Despise
the unwise
who would dare
to scare Aaron.
These parts of me
named
should not feel
ashamed.
Each of us beautiful; one and the same.
And I may be biased
in my manifesto…
But Aaron should listen
because Jason says so.
Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017
If the dark of Seattle
makes you start
to seem marginal,
Let me remark that
you are remarkable.
Insightful and vivid;
you are such a vision.
That others would
hurt you for spite or religion
brings tears to my eyes,
and I barely know you.
And it’s not just because
I loved being below you.
You’re kind and you’re funny;
you’re cute and you’re daring.
You’re sexy and charming
and layered and caring.
You have much to give;
don’t be shy or reluctant…
Because some lucky guy
will want you for a husband.
And you’ll be amazing,
I should know
’cause I’ve met you.
No one who knows you
could ever forget you.
Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017
When we speak about nothing
we sound easy going.
But our diet of words
is weighted with knowing.
Conversation we’re having
is new yet outdated.
Nothing’s the same
once you’ve been penetrated.
The words we don’t say
are more cutting than surgeons.
Our words should be changed
as we’re no longer virgins.
But we find that we’re kind
as we climb back on horses.
As we strive to derive
what survived intercourses.
Written by Jason Wright
June 30, 2017
My cousin Danielle, who I did not know in person, often interacted with me on Facebook and commented on my poetry. She died in October of 2020 but I was not informed as no one was aware of our online interactions. She was exactly 6 years younger than me, which we often commented on. Rest in peace cousin.
Before Sunday morn
I was happy and glowing.
Before your call came
I was blissed and unknowing.
I knew of desires
and I knew your needs.
I’d suggested a plan
and hoped we’d succeed.
I shifted my limits
which were not ephemera.
I morphed into something
to solve your dilemma.
I thought myself kind
and loving and honest.
And then your call came
which left me demolished.
The question you asked
and the way that you asked it.
The sound of your voice
was like love mixed with acid.
Confession was sin
uncommitted yet tempted.
You revealed from within;
forewarned and repented.
You gave me the truth
that you thought to embargo,
As you braved rejection;
my wrath and my sorrow.
You asked me a question;
you begged satisfaction.
You pleaded to know
the truth through an action.
You needed to know
and said I’d defy you.
But even heartbroken
I could not deny you.
And now we are different;
yes, we’re not the same.
And now I have questions
that are hard to explain.
I’ve tried to express them;
to confirm my convictions.
But the riddles of love
imply contradictions.
I know that I’m right
but does that make you wrong?
Does confessing a weakness
in fact make you strong?
Can I be proud
of acts so unsavory?
Can cowardly acts
be inspired by bravery?
Can I be sympathetic
to how you depict him?
And if I’m aroused
can I still be a victim?
Can I be betrayed
if I’m kept in the light?
Can it truly be wrong
if I’m mostly alright?
Can I crave blue deception
while wanting the truth?
Can you find liberation
denied in your youth?
Will freedom enslave you
and kill us like cancer?
We have lots of questions
without many answers.
Written by Jason Wright
June 29, 2017
I masturbate
crying
and cum harder too.
I fantasize
dying
believe me it’s true.
Wipe tears from eyes
then shower me smoothe.
Now tell me again
coward
tell me the truth.
Written by Jason Wright
June 28, 2017