BALD JASON'S GAY GOTH BOY BLOG
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Words slip and powder
the life behind left me,
Blood staining snow
as my essence is set free,
The stories unplanned
as they rush to the pages,
Lyrics of carols
unbound here in stages,
Which might not be perfect
but what truly is?
We do what we can
when we seek to exist.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
Waiting an hour
for line to die down,
Waiting for queens
to swallow my crown,
Nervous awareness
of people beside me,
The Aarons are rude
and can’t be inside me,
The Aarons are restless
inside of my pants,
The Aarons are separate
in this circumstance,
Each Aaron’s schedule
is packed and excited,
Yet sadly their plans
may keep us divided.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017
For Aaron and Aaron.
bad day for stomach
bad day for mind
haunted by ghosts
that I can’t leave behind
haunted by siblings
alive in my dreams
the girl keeps on drowning
and stripping in streams
and light is no comfort
nor poetry medley
life can’t be stopped
life always deadly
Written by Jason Wright
July 30, 2017
I’m somewhere familiar;
I’m somewhere surprised…
A month ago walking
with tears in my eyes…
But pain of that moment
cannot touch me now…
The thought of that change
makes me smile somehow…
And it was a nightmare
that I couldn’t shake…
Yet it can’t touch me now
because I am awake.
Written by Jason Wright
July 28, 2017
The voice of sex
is hard to describe,
Can’t explain how
it squirms between thighs,
Can’t quantify
the subtle confection
which twenty years later
still stirs my erection.
It isn’t the lyrics…
It’s not the appearance;
such pretty covers
don’t cause interference
tween shoegaze dream-pop
and all else surrounds them:
Still feel the magic
from when I first found them…
Still feel the power…
Still lost in their sway…
Still dance to Crank
when I want to pray.
Written by Jason Wright
July 28, 2017
Skipping by Nero
was never intended
Stripping my intro
from man I befriended
And he tried to change her
but she never loved him
I wanted to tell her
that she should not scold him
Wanted connection
when I could not hold him
But Nero was damaged
by lack of affection
His eyes held the world
bereft of direction
The world burned to ashes
infected by pain
And the last of his tears
were lost in the rain
Written by Jason Wright
July 27, 2017
Steve was a shadow
I swore not to touch.
A slip of a boy
with eyeliner smudged.
That he was forbidden
made him all the more tempting.
Catherine Wheel sang
while I was pretending
that I did not want him,
as if he was nothing…
When behind my closed eyes
we were constantly fucking.
Written by Jason Wright
July 27, 2017
Diminished by instance
of alcohol anal,
Innocent witnesses
lust and betrayal,
Combines what he sees
in a powerful mixture,
Laced with unease
to offset elixir.
A cocktail of horrors:
salacious addictions,
Supreme satisfaction
despite contradictions,
Which heighten delight
and gratify longing,
Even as he is abused
while he’s watching.
He might shit his pants
as he contemplates pleasure,
Is this abject lust
or a shade of stark terror?
Flaccid, electric,
unsure and ashamed.
The faggot is limp
but inside he’s inflamed.
Internal struggles,
Spiritual / Bodily,
Embarrassed, Self-Conscious,
Ignominious: audibly.
A blush as the rush
liquefies and then exits,
Assuagement replaced
by miserable wetness,
The others are laughing
and fuck him in tandem,
Surrounded by men
he’s completely abandoned.
Time seems to stop
like a licentious dream,
Betrayal and lust:
contentiousness team,
Combined as a drug
they inspire enslavement,
He’s never known pleasure
that matched this debasement.
And now understanding
this sacrilege holy,
Consumed in an instant
must be enjoyed slowly,
He’ll return to this moment
in lust filled reflection,
And he will shed tears
as he strokes his erection.
Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 2017
I instruct him
in destruction;
in my need for his seduction…
And he rises
to occasion;
nearly late from masturbation…
I run for trains with courage found,
Express train travel:
Brooklyn bound…
I feel ill from my confusion,
Sex drenched ultimate illusion,
Might cost more than just my soul:
Excess lust within control.
Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 17
Various sentences
rise through the mist,
Queries for Romeos
found in our midst,
Did they know when they met me
I didn’t exist?
Perhaps they have doubted
yet doubts were dismissed?
To be fair
my partner in crime
is pretend,
Oh he’s quite real to me
and of that I contend,
But they don’t see the truth
in the lies that we send,
Try not to smile…
Must not reveal guile…
We are only unreal
to our weak weekend friends.
Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 2017