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“Devils Dancing Until Late In My Head There…”

Waiting for the elevator. I spoke with Nathan and Aaron last night about Catherine Wheel. I listened to a mix of theirs while I walked. 05-11-26.

I had a rough night last night. Everything leading up to bedtime was wonderful. But I couldn’t eat until late, and that didn’t go as well as I expected so I didn’t actually get to bed until after 4 and I only slept about 4 hours. But when I got up I worked on the site. Later I played some Zelda. I assumed I was going to pool tonight so I didn’t worry about not getting out. But I got very tired in the afternoon. Instead of taking a nap I went for a walk, which was lovely. The weather was beautiful and the walk was refreshing. Also, this marks 9 consecutive days that I’ve gotten out of the apartment!

Oh. And when I got up I had a smoothie. Later I had a kiwi. Later when I was really hungry I had some garlic bread with chia seeds. I’ve been drinking water. I might have a yogurt in a bit.

When I got home I got changed for the bar, breaking in my new boots, which are pretty comfy when boots that look like this are often painful. But as we left for Boxers, later than I expected, I realized that this was a mistake on my part. If I went to the bar, I would be starving when we got home and I would eat and tonight would likely go the same as last night. So Aaron dropped me off near Starbucks and I walked back home. It was the right call. And I got a whistle from one guy and a clearly interested smile from a woman, and that didn’t suck. lol

So I’ll probably get the makeup off. Possibly have a snack. And I might even just get ready for bed. I need to get some sleep tonight. Wish me luck!

Edit: Ooh. And it looks like in addition to the Punisher special tomorrow – we’ll be getting more Marvel news as well 🙂

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The One That Stops Him From Feeling

Ian music is song of drug addiction
ascribed to crazy haired Cure fan
who raved about Mood Swings
near Autumn, in the magic of her
midnight gallery opening
I would never witness in the light
of 90’s Ann Arbor Michigan day.

I met him 3 times
before Pizza House friend
cursed his life
and sent him to his smack filled
heroin infused ever after…

But I never knew “the asshole”;
I only remember his kiss…
Paul’s longing description…
Carrie’s guiltless confession…
and Dorian’s unexpected words
which brought all these memorial ingredients
into focus and allowed me finally to mourn –
listening to Numbness on NYC downtown train to The Prom –
no tears –
but a sad smile
and a kiss goodbye
in the same deep water as you.

Written by Jason Wright
March 1, 2019

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Three Imaginary Men

A ride on the 1 train
to “No Friends” operetta,
1 day after a ride on the A train
filled with naked imaginary men…
on the way home from the village
where extraordinary naked men used to die.

This writing calms me after distressing Anna voicemail;
a horrible miscommunication which I must correct.

Breathe. 18 stops to relax. I can message her when I arrive.

Now, begin again. Tell me about the men.

There were several fully clothed
but naked men
on the subway yesterday.

A sturdy father,
a seemingly kindly grandpa man
and a 20 something –
all of them with beautiful, dark skin.

As a game
to escape the crowded
heated madness,
I undressed them all.

I sized them up
and I devoured them,
before spitting them all out
when studly sturdy father man
vividly became a father again.

Though just after that happened
he winked at me,
subtly rubbed his crotch
and sent me another sidelong glance;
an invitation to continue.

Except that more than 24 hours later,
17 stops have flown by
and I must away to my partner and friends,
leaving my imaginary men behind
as I immerse myself
in the imaginations of others.

Written by Jason Wright
June 13, 2018

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Robert Smith’s “promise of a kiss”
seen through lightning flash rain fall blinds
is unintentional mirror
of November eighteenth nude:

“Let’s Go to Bed.”

His Profile
My Profile
The Profile sings between fingers and pages
combining all of our afterimages
with an ink black twist.

Written by Jason Wright
November 28, 2017

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IAN IS DEAD

Dorian told me
this only a couple hours
ago…

Said that Ian had worked
at Pizza House up until the end.

Didn’t know he was even
back in Ann Arbor…

Briefly knew that Dear Friend.

And as it turns out,
he didn’t survive me…
though he once revived me;
he is cold in the ground.

Only yesterday I thought
I’d write…
only not…
& now to then learn
he’s not even around.

Autumn once told me
she’d written him off…
not worth the cost…
far beyond saving.

He couldn’t stop it…
He couldn’t drop it…
farewells & goodbyes;
all he ever was saying.

Can’t stand the silence.
Can’t stand the staring.
Cure sang he’s NUMB –
No cure for his fun –
Did not really know him
though I never stopped caring.

Written By Jason Wright
December 31, 2001

For Ian

Explained:

Ian was a friend of friends. He was goth, and he had wild black hair that reminded me of Robert Smith of The Cure. He and Autumn visited me at Meijer when I worked there (between 1996 & 1999) and they picked me up to take me to a gallery where Autumn was having an exhibit while the museum was closed. He spoke with me about The Cure’s then new album, “Wild Mood Swings” (released: May 7, 1996) and later, after chilling at the Fleetwood he gave me a kiss goodnight at my car, despite me having a boyfriend in Florida. It was invigorating. My friend Paul had told me all about a guy he was hung up on named Ian but I didn’t make the connection. When I realized our Ians were one and the same, well, I stayed away. But I always liked him.

Ian was an addict. Heroin. Or so I was told. I’m sure it was true as all his old friends seemed to hate him based on his addiction and whatever shit he spewed on them as a result. He moved away. When I wrote my first poem about him I meant to send it to him but the people I asked had all come to despise him and weren’t interested in helping me find him. Later he returned to Michigan, and was actually working in a restaurant that I frequented (which itself was rare), but I never saw him there. He worked with people I knew, but they didn’t know that I knew him. And one night, my friend Carrie got in a fight with him and he left early, and he overdosed. And he died. And he was buried. And I found out maybe a week after all that from Dorian, who was a guy that I made out with once, who was a drug dealer, I think, and he and I would randomly cross paths now and again around Ypsi / Ann Arbor. When I asked my friend Carrie about it and explained that I had cared about him, she didn’t apologize or show any remorse or even the slightest bit of sympathy for me, and this hurt our friendship.

But to have written about him originally as someone who reminded me of people that I’d met in a hospital that I mostly outlived and that I found it comforting that he would survive, and then have him die, was very jarring. And it’s even more so now looking back at all this in 2026, over 25 years later.

And it is impossible for me to think of Ian and not think of “Numb” by The Cure from “Wild Mood Swings” – or hear the song and not remember Ian.

Jason: 05-08-26

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