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Divisional Shadows

The divisional shadows
of the math we inspire;
derision of prose
by the wrath of desire
has led me astray
like a pawn to your laughter:
send me away
at the dawn of disaster.

Cock crows the call of
this glamor forbidden,
the clock on the wall
is a camera I’ve hidden,
and sight swarms the notion
of friendly portrayal
as light forms the motion
intent on betrayal.

My eyes disappear
as my brain overloads.

Beneath chandelier
I feel drained and exposed.

The world starts to shimmer;
I head to the gallows…

As glimmer of hope
is divided by shadows.

Written by Jason Wright
August 9, 2026

Inspired by a particularly kinky dream I had. It’s also an expanded fragment which began when I started typing words onto a collage for this site:

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Exhibited signs
describe a voyeur…

Prohibited lines
inscribe this auteur…

I am subliminal
inside my screams.

I am a criminal
inside my dreams.

The fire divides me…
Desire inside me

provokes the despairing
with no stroke or sound.

The fair sky has reddened…
Disguised Armageddon…

Smoke alarms blaring;
no smoke to be found.

I dream of eavesdropping.
My heart isn’t stopping.
As man that we watch speaks the same words as me.

Lies leave the feared thrall.
Eyes see as tears fall.

Time stops as stopwatch seeks the crosswords in me.

Written by Jason Wright
July 16, 2026

These were just a handful of musings about different things from my week. For instance, our smoke alarms (which are very loud) went off several times for no reason that we can fathom. But there was heavy smoke in the sky from forest fires in Canada, which made the sky look really creepy, which someone described to be as “Armageddon like”. I had dreams of listening in on conversations and sexual experiences. I also had something like nightmares after watching several YouTube videos about serial killers. Go figure! lol

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FOREVER VOYEUR

He touches himself
and as I watch,
I understand that
he’s everything I’ve ever wanted,
and more.

He’s so innocently sexy.
He’s always new.
He’s still surprising me as our discourse…
as our intercourse
evolves.

He’s let me in at last
and I no longer have to watch from the window
or listen at the door.

He knows now that I revel in his pleasure,
that I long to see it repeatedly,
never stopping,
always loving this journey to his
gratification exhibition,
be it from across the room,
or deep down inside of me.

I can devour him now
with a glance,
with a look,
with my mouth drinking deep,
knowing he is satified
and will return satisfaction
if that’s what I’m craving.

I watch now.
I have an open invitation.
I am a solicited guest.

And now that I’ve been welcomed,
I never want this performance to end.

Written by Jason Wright
August 4, 2016

For A.L.S.

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