Persecuted

A murder of crows
has led me to you.

For you are the ghost
of the men that I knew.

You are the haunted
and you are unrested.

The men I had wanted
but never accepted.

You’ve gone through the wringer
defined by my lies.

No wonder you linger
behind my closed eyes.

No wonder the sadness
has left you so ashen.

For you are the madness
of sorrow and passion.

You are the death that
was saved by machines.

You are the flesh that
has made me obscene.

You with your trousers
convexed by confusion.

Coven carousers
confessed by collusion.

We left ourselves open
and thusly unbuckled.

Deftly unspoken
and clumsily suckled.

You parted my lips
like a concave whisper.

And departed eclipsed
by a conclave of scripture.

Written by Jason Wright
June 9, 2018

Ode to Operator

Her name had been Min;
that’s what she told me…

She recorded our calls
for assurance of quality…

Androgynous voice;
deceptive, adroit…

In truth she sounded
like sex-bot android…

Was she truly a person
or just a voice in the dark?

Alone in boudoir
in this farce shaded noir
all that I know is I still have my snark.

Written by Jason Wright
August 6, 2017

Runner Without a Cause

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

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