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Ad Hoc

everyone looks like everyone else,
or at least
everyone I meet of late
reminds me of others I’ve known

like my life is a friendly little shop
filled to the brim with charming knick-knacks,
inspirational quotations and echos
of a hundred baristas
filling thousands of coffee cups…
where lilting Donnie Darko music plays
as Mobley Mouse’s older younger brother
sits like a ghost in the corner
of my clearly obsessed brain.

FireLion smiles as my other sibling selves
recite poetry with all the power
that we can muster.

Written by Jason Wright
March 22, 2018

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Dark Congress Lover

Gay brother is hurried,
frenzied and anxious
with no hint of sexualized identity
beyond godly reunion
with labyrinthine daddy issues.

He speaks of personal demon monsters
that come for him
and I wonder
do psychotropic medications
rob him of sex
like the monsters that snatch him away;
like Gobblers forcing spiritual circumcision
on unsuspecting Golden children?

He teaches,
reaching out
to a fragmented world
for a mythological unified self
that I can’t quite believe in
despite of it’s appeal.

“Do you want to begin?”

Hell yes, I do!

Written by Jason Wright
March 6, 2018

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