Tag: The Boy in Orange

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State of Independence Part IV

New location for
poetic censorship is discovered
days after Facebook nudes
are similarly desecrated…
Artists MUST be mad!

I think of Sour Girl Shawn
as I pull on Stone Temple Pilots
and walk to the train
on my journey to Brooklyn.

I bring tracks from CD #3
and Mood Swings sing me to poetry
between 168th & 145th.

I can’t remember
attraction to Boy in Orange;
attraction died ages ago
without my notice…
Still nice to see him if I’m ever so lucky.

Scribbler illustrates the back of my mind
as I tunnel through Manhattan
to deal with angry humiliating disappointment
which I refuse to surrender to
despite the temptation to ralph
on the sidewalks of NYC.

Written by Jason Wright
March 19, 2018

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Drunken Scribbles After Midnight

Flash on subway
shooting by green / blue couple
and I know that moment
from years before – – is that me?

Is that watercolor smear
a glimpse of my past?

But I don’t know him
and I never looked like the other guy.

Smashing Pumpkins want to stand inside my love.

People have told me I look like Billy Corgan.
Might as well say I look like Humpty Dumpty.
I couldn’t ever be put together that way…
even if all the queen’s studs rode me
for 16 hours straight.

You, sitting next to me:

KEEP READING WHAT I WRITE!
IT AMUSES ME. 🙂

Other song was used
in video of my making,
much to the outrage of a certain Boy in Orange…

I don’t even know the title and it’s on my fucking playlist.

I’d had a nightmare about concentration camps
with this for a soundtrack,
and I don’t even remember that dream anymore
so the song is free to be itself at last.

Drunk trans woman laughs at what I write;
you are no mystery to me and you need not
scream at the others, begging to be fisted.

Nice to meet you Billie. (I transcribe)

Do you only love yourself
when you drink?

Written by Jason Wright
September 27, 2017

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