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SNOWMEN

We’re warm in our blizzard
in this darkest abyss…

We walk hand in hand
and in streetlight we kiss…

We walk amongst strangers
down deep escalators…

We crest and then press
against walled elevators…

We fuck in our minds
at the flick of an eye…

We remember our bliss
and the world says goodbye…

We fall to the floor
or to street
or to beds…

We lose one another
(in each other)
with threads…

We exist in this storm
in a state of sensation…

We insist on each other
(or occasional gay-sion…)

We are fire and ice;
We are steam and we’re snow…

But you melt my insides
and then go with the flow.

Written by Jason Wright
February 20, 2014

For Aaron

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Doomed

I’m drowning
on fire
and struggling to breathe,

Resisting desire
to bleed
or believe,

Fighting to stay yet
I yearn to replace…

The end of my life to
look fear in the face.

The water is fraught
yet never quite fills me…

The slaughter is hot
yet it settles and chills me…

The hunger inside me
is never quite sated…

I’m drowning
on fire
and no one can save me.

Written by Jason Wright
January 21, 2014

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B.I.O. of a Nameless Lover:

I met you…
millennial,
and we were so young.

You made me alive
and then left me stung.

I loved you for years
then we drifted apart.

Time heals all wounds
yet ripped us apart.

In twenty-eleven,
long after we met…

We randomly crashed
and then cashed in our debt…

But the lust that we shared
and for years we had held…

Was long past it’s date;
by a kiss we were quelled.

Impunity spared us
in memories wasted…

Like missed opportunity:
that’s how you tasted…

In October
bedroom / shower / stairwell…

First time we fucked
was bitter farewell…

Bitter and sweet
and fragrant and gleaming…

Our lust disappointed
compared to our dreaming…

Although we played
quite well in our fashion…

Eleven years time
had drained us of passion.

It was love and was sex
and was brutal and sadness…

Was whatever survived
and revived from our ashes.

And we never talked again
after that day…

You turned to leave
and then I moved away…

Now we never speak
for our love has been strictured…

And all I have left
now of us is our pictures.

Written by Jason Wright
October 28, 2013

For Anonymous: You know who you are and that’s quite enough.

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Love Lessons

I hurt someone once
by being unfaithful…

The memory hurts me
but makes me quite grateful…

That I learned this lesson
and will not repeat it…

Even when others
might leave me quite heated.

For I can’t control
my passions / attractions…

But I can be faithful
within my own actions…

I may flirt and smile
with consent of my lover…

And I may imagine
that he’s with another…

And I may write poems
both sacred and naughty…

But only my partner
shares my bed and body.

I love that by this
our love is not lessened,

I love that he trusts me
and doesn’t feel threatened,

I love that he loves me
and I love him too,

I love that the words
that I’ve written are true.

Because someone once hurt me
by being unfaithful…

He was jealous and angry
and often distasteful…

I gave him my all
while he told mostly lies…

Even after the point
when we’d said our goodbyes.

So this new love is cherished
and acknowledged for rareness…

This love permeates
my every awareness…

I’m grateful that my love
with Aaron still thrives…

And maybe this love will last
all our lives.

Written by Jason Wright
Sunday, March 10, 2013

For Aaron, Mark & Michael

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ZOMBIE

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.

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Smoking. In Kitchen.

“Smoking in kitchen”
is what you had said.

Not what you meant;
least not in my head.

So I’m pressed
against glass
in kitchen
in view…

Stroking,
Caressing
and thinking of you.

You smile at my lust
in the pictures revealed.

My body and thrust
with nothing concealed.

You say that with muscles
I’d be quite unstoppable.

But I have no interest
in being un-top-able.

Written by Jason Wright
October 4, 2012

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Ignorant Child

Sixteen years since
I gave birth to blood…

Escaped from within me
and erupted in flood….

I’ve never recovered
yet it left me prepared…

I now have a mother
who isn’t so scared…

Unless you’re dark skinned
and in power I guess…

Her views are impaired
but her love leaves me blessed.

Written by Jason Wright
October 4, 2012

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THE COWBOY AND THE PRIEST

The priest and the cowboy
who murdered each other…

Killed with a kindness
they both thought was clever…

Zombie decay
decomposed into lust…

With nightmares more deadly
than panic or trust…

For shades hide between
what is real and is right…

They look so alive
when seen in the light…

But night time,
it blossoms them into the dying…

They can’t understand
why they’re bleeding and crying…

They can’t understand
why their pain has increased…

And they won’t find the truth
until pain is let loose…

And life can infuse
both cowboy and priest.

Written by Jason Wright
NOVEMBER 5, 2011

On our first Halloween together, Aaron dressed as a cowboy and I dressed as a priest. We went to a party and I got a call from Sean Mobley who let me know that his father had died. The party had a karaoke portion and I saw “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan in honor of Ted.

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THE OPPOSITE OF LOVE

You were “the one”,
that’s what my friends said…

But you were a lie
and a ghost in my head…

You’re so insecure
and you struck while I slept…

You made me afraid
it was my fault I wept…

But my life is changing;
Believe me…
It’s true.

You can’t hurt me now:
I’m indifferent to you.

Written By Jason Wright
OCTOBER 27, 2011

For Michael Slaughter –

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HATRED ESCAPE

I’m caught in a trap
and I need to get out…

I need to break free
of my own sense of doubt…

I need to believe
that I can survive…

I can’t let myself
be buried alive…

I hate what has happened
to childhood me…

I hate that I listened
to Father’s dark plea…

I hate that the Michael
I knew never stayed…

I hate that my brother
has left me betrayed…

I hate that I hate this;
it just gives me grief…

I hate that my sickness
has trumped my belief…

But I love those I’ve known
and I can’t just desert them…

So I try to keep breathing
and try not to hurt them.

Written by Jason Wright
OCTOBER 27, 2011

For Jason

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