Poem – Page 2 – BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG

August 9, 2026

Divisional Shadows

The divisional shadows
of the math we inspire;
derision of prose
by the wrath of desire
has led me astray
like a pawn to your laughter:
send me away
at the dawn of disaster.

Cock crows the call of
this glamor forbidden,
the clock on the wall
is a camera I’ve hidden,
and sight swarms the notion
of friendly portrayal
as light forms the motion
intent on betrayal.

My eyes disappear
as my brain overloads.

Beneath chandelier
I feel drained and exposed.

The world starts to shimmer;
I head to the gallows…

As glimmer of hope
is divided by shadows.

Written by Jason Wright
August 9, 2026

Inspired by a particularly kinky dream I had. It’s also an expanded fragment which began when I started typing words onto a collage for this site:

August 8, 2026August 8, 2026

The Masochist’s Dream

What I want
on BIRTH / DAY
is to see you undone.

To find worth in fray…
To be there when you cum.

Spending our pleasure
in treasured foul play.

The unending show of
pretending to stray.

In opera of trust
to be played by the playful…

The opera of lust
left us splayed and unfaithful.

These schemes of seduction;
a librettist’s triad…

My dreams of destruction
are the wettest I’ve had.

And as we conspire:
breathless / delusional.

Things I desire:
senselessly usual.

I am your boy
when the handsome and beautiful
leave me destroyed
when you are unsuitable.

Always pretending
to be my sad savior.

A catechist’s cream
is just as astrictory.

Always depending
on their bad behavior…

The masochist’s dream
is so contradictory.

Written by Jason Wright
August 8, 2026

August 7, 2026

IMAGINED ATTRACTION

A few years before
our friend lay down dead,

You said I was handsome…
or that’s what she’d said,

That’s all I remembered
and I could not fathom
why boy I remembered
would think I was handsome.

But when I looked back
she’d said quite a lot…

She spoke of my family
and what you had thought,

But I didn’t ask
for more at the time

so I’m left in the dark
of remarks about crimes.

Written by Jason Wright
August 7, 2026

July 24, 2026July 24, 2026

And Now He Isn’t

When I was just 17
I fell for his pain.

He was different from me
and yet we were the same.

There between walls
and hospital beds…

There where we said
all the things left unsaid.

All but the truth
of the love that I felt.

But I know that he knew it;
he told me himself.

He signed it in ink
on a board for goodbyes

as we crossed the brink
to begin our own lives.

I thought he was gone;
though in dreams he was near.

“We must love our loved ones
while we have them here.”

And I swooned
as I grieved
and then one day I healed…

Before the wound
cleaved me in two
and revealed…

That he was alive;
it was I who had died.

And all that I’d felt
was because of a lie.

Written by Jason Wright
July 24, 2026

For Brian – on his 50th birthday.

July 16, 2026July 24, 2026

Recent Events

Exhibited signs
describe a voyeur…

Prohibited lines
inscribe this auteur…

I am subliminal
inside my screams.

I am a criminal
inside my dreams.

The fire divides me…
Desire inside me

provokes the despairing
with no stroke or sound.

The fair sky has reddened…
Disguised Armageddon…

Smoke alarms blaring;
no smoke to be found.

I dream of eavesdropping.
My heart isn’t stopping.
As man that we watch speaks the same words as me.

Lies leave the feared thrall.
Eyes see as tears fall.

Time stops as stopwatch seeks the crosswords in me.

Written by Jason Wright
July 16, 2026

These were just a handful of musings about different things from my week. For instance, our smoke alarms (which are very loud) went off several times for no reason that we can fathom. But there was heavy smoke in the sky from forest fires in Canada, which made the sky look really creepy, which someone described to be as “Armageddon like”. I had dreams of listening in on conversations and sexual experiences. I also had something like nightmares after watching several YouTube videos about serial killers. Go figure! lol

February 27, 2026April 26, 2026

February 27, 2026

Take care of you
and take care of yours…

Is this love we have
the answer to wars?

It’s the answer I wanted
and that much I know…

The truth is he left us
a long time ago.

But don’t start to grieve
and don’t shed a tear…

We all have to leave
when the train sounds are clear…

The sweet Twilight Train
which ghosted our nights…

Beneath twilight rain
falling far from The Heights…

A dream shared by siblings
who dream of the dead…

I don’t want damnation –
I just want some head.

Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2026

January 8, 2026May 11, 2026

This is January 8

This is January 8.
Again.
My fifty-first.

The day my sister read to me
in 1976.

The day I froze time in green
in 2009.

The day I was excited to see Carol Danvers
in 2019.

The day I took the trains to therapy
in 2020, shortly before the world fell apart.

I still wore a mask 4 years later
on January 8 at my PCP.

Last year I had a beard
until I didn’t.

Today, January 8,
I shaved again,
showered (twice),
cleaned for hours,
exercised (finally),
paid rent and the credit card,
did dishes and laundry.

It’s nice being able to eat. ❤

Written by Jason Wright
January 8, 2026

January 25, 2025August 9, 2026

THE IMAGINARY THEY

They connect off the screen /
damage me.

They erect in between
me and screams.

I’m bereft and denied;
I’ve been left / they imply
and the world is not quite
what it seemed.

I’m destroyed and in vain /
they collide.

Can’t avoid this /
the pain deep inside.

I”m broken and alone;
I’m the only one at home
and there’s not a waking soul
to hear my cry.

Can’t avert this touch;
what it was…

Shouldn’t hurt me this much
but still does…

If I were whole
or I were strong
but I’m not and don’t belong
and maybe this is all I ever was.

Written by Jason Wright
January 25, 20205