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DECADENCE

Ten years ago
I slept with the devil.

Ten years ago…
not that it’s special.

Ten years ago
and my God was a prince.

Ten years ago
and so hard to convince.

Because I was a fool
and was falling apart.

He was decadent cool;
addicted to dark.

Things left in darkness
beyond my discernment.

Things left him heartless
before our adjournment.

Bereft of his heart
mine own did desert me.

Bereft of the darkness
he could not still hurt me.

Except to destroy himself
by his own actions.

Expect he’ll deploy himself
through his transactions.

Kept in the shadows
with seldom a light…

I wept in exposure
that held him in spite
of all that he’d done
and what he’d become:

We give love forever
but will accept none.

Written by Jason Wright
April 1, 2019

For Michael

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Flesh & Blood Dreams

Waking in slumber
I drift outside to carnival
located in field between
my grandfather’s destroyed garage
and my great-uncle’s abandoned home.

Excited, I turn and run (naked)
to inform my sister.

The fairground sideshow thrill rides
represent the lake park
visited by John Calvin Culver
in his New York State childhood.

The hot sand beneath my feet
is like Fire Island beach
that would make Casey Donovan famous
before I was born…
and deny him the legitimate work he craved
before dying of AIDS
two days before my thirteenth birthday.

44 years old and I’m older now than he ever was,
having died in Florida at the age of 43,
days after flying from New York City home –
a home that, ironically, I now haunt.

42nd Street is a different shade of sleaze these days;
the tourist trap theme park crowd mills daily through
that tired old bitch under a new coat of sparkle.

The bramble still exists….
although I’ve never stumbled through it.

I seek out new places to get lost
only to learn that there are no new places…
everywhere I go there are ghosts of films,
of novels, of family living here long before me
and having left long before I arrived.

Almost 20 years ago I moved
to Longshore Drive and Wright Street,
thinking it new and odd,
only to learn that my father,
David Wright had lived in the same location,
and that the cemetery up the road
cradled the remains of his father before him.

It’s like that now, here in the city
and here in my dreams
which are filled with the dead
in a world long buried.

Written by Jason Wright
March 31, 2019

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Word Play Catharsis

Scrapped with your script
as the prankster descends,

Trapped with your shit
and your gangsterly friends,

Who all know the queer in
reckless abandon,

Who all disappear in
strangest of fashion,

Transactions
implicit
are
trans-normative of
passions
eliciting
transformative love.

Written by Jason Wright
March 21, 2019

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Tick Tick Tock

My ears – they are bleeding;
my mind is asleep.

My thoughts run in circles;
I try not to weep —

Can’t eat
though I’m hungry –
Can’t think
of retreat –

Sound of life:
sickening –
The clock keeps on
ticking –

No soul to keep
and no pills to take.

The clock
keeps on threatening –
The clock –
it is deafening –

And if I could sleep
it would be time to wake.

Written by Jason Wright
March 17, 2019

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Ghosts & Demons

The rules were laid clear
before you splayed me bare…

The tools of trade queer
now flayed by despair…

But the truth is I want this
despite contradiction.

I want what I want
despite crucifiction.

I want you to take him;
betrayal provokes me.

The lies in your eyes
between thighs
start to stroke me.

I’m hurt and I thirst
for our innocence lost…

But my lust says to trust you
no matter the cost.

Vlad leads me on
and tells me to trust him.

Daddy come on!
I want you to thrust him!

I want you to prove yourself
more than a pseudonym…

Want you to lose yourself
deep down inside of him!

I’m nothing, remember?
I’m tiny and useless.

Nothing is better
and trying is fruitless.

Be cruel to the child
who wants you to scold him.

Remember I’m wild
until you will hold him.

Remember I love you.
Remember the game.

Remember the truth
and our lies are the same.

Remember that you
are both sexy and wanted.

Remember the truth:
I’m a ghost to be haunted.

Remember you need this.
Remember I care.

Remember beneath this
I’m needing to share.

Remember as night ends
that demons controlled me.

Remember that I will then
need you to hold me.

Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2019

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Whore Friending Angel

The whore
used to make friends
by sleeping with them,
and though his behavior
has changed overtime,
the impulse
has stayed with him.

The young blond angel
asks this attention seeking whore
if he had to work for his blistering wit
or if it’s simply the product of his
inbred white-trash genetics?

“I got it from my sister.” I reply,
which doesn’t necessarily answer the angel’s question.

I enjoy the way he sounds as he asks me
and I struggle not to sexualize him
(with some limited success),
though I inevitably sexualize everything,
don’t I?

He seems both exceptionally strong
and remarkably fragile,
but I find this contrast
charming and disarming,
and find myself feeling protective,
encouraging,
and blessed every time
the angel’s eyes meet mine.

I know I’ll struggle with sharing this
with him.

Will my honesty
damn a budding friendship?

It wouldn’t be the first time.

And if that’s a possibility
should I now bite my tongue
for fear of hurting us
and by extension,
my lover and partner in all things?

I’m probably overthinking this.

This is stupid.

I know that Aaron will not be bothered,
and I’m keenly aware
that my lust is just an ever present companion,
an innocent natural type of
curious exploration and
my invisible personal passageway
to kinship.

Everyone knows such consummation is unlikely at best;
a friendship perverted by unholy unions
might make for provocative fantasy but let’s get real:

One seldom encounters angels
in the gutters of my mind.

Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2019

For Liam

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Closed Eyes Opened

The keys to locked doors
set me free, allowing me
to traverse a life
that will not break me today,
despite micro instances of
bloodshed
behind closed eyes.

The twin chasms of
lust and betrayal
may never find
the balance
that I crave
but I put on a brave face,
open closed eyes
and look deep into
the darkened faces of my tormentors,
even as I feel my way toward illumination
by way of my blissed out cock
jutting confidently before me;
serving as my divining rod to truth,
my directional arrow,
my compass arm…
keeping me on course,
keeping me honest,
keeping me open in a world
which seeks to close my eyes forever.

Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2019

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Manny

According to plumbers, common sense, building Supers
and the lie in your eyes,
it’s not pouring down upon you
in the way you insisted that it was.

We were asleep when you said we were guilty.

Yet you keep ringing the doorbell
that woke me from beautiful dreams:

Leave me the fuck alone.

Written by Jason Wright
February 19, 2019

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The Decision

All of your life
I was waiting

beneath the surface
where we could not see one another
through that reflective prismatic
membrane…
down beneath waves
in an ocean of time.

Our meeting
was not the frothy crash
one might expect between
two long separate bodies;
more a subtle swallowing

of pride,
an exceptional chance encounter between worlds,
between men,
emptied and refilled and accepted –
we drank each other down.

you are my sustenance

you have long nourished my soul
in a calming deluge of possibility,
a commingling of creation and interpretation –
your intoxicating mixture of unspeakable talent
with benevolent decency,
such rare treasure

is my honor and privilege to behold
and to bathe in,
to witness all that lies beneath

all that others seldom see.

How could anyone observe such strength
and such frailty,
such passion –

Who could spy such longing
and not find themselves quickened?

Such stimulation
can rob mortal men of decisional capacity.

I had no choice but to love you, you see…

And yet I find that
I decided all the same.

I chose to embrace the experience of you,
to appreciate it for what it was
and what you were,
I opted to be vulnerable and to be strong,
and then finally I agreed to follow
that untrodden path wherever it might lead.

You are the decision that has changed my life forever.

You are the choice that I made
that I have never regretted.

Written by Jason Wright
February 13, 2019

For Aaron

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A Stretch of Dark

On a harvesting night
from my sadness you came,

In the darkening light
in the absence of shame,

In vestige of darkness
inside your bright eyes,

Invested catharsis
within our rite lies,

I summoned you there
with my longing and pain,

I cum and inside you share
bonding profane,

You take that spark faded
and stretch it around us,

You make the dark sacred;
in darkness we found us.

Written by Jason Wright
January 24, 2019

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