Jason Wright’s work
Jagged Thoughts #70a: Clear My Skies (Happy 35)
My birthday Thinking of things to comprehend, to change, and amend, while my hair slowly turns. Big screen monsters took a room in my brain checking in and plan to [...]
Jason Wright’s work
My birthday Thinking of things to comprehend, to change, and amend, while my hair slowly turns. Big screen monsters took a room in my brain checking in and plan to [...]
Listen to your head What does it say Do you believe in the Mystics? How long are you going to hold on to the powers that be That control your [...]
I realized something as the cameraman left the set An older man, with not a lot left, A skeptic of sorts, who missed breakfast But why he said, what he [...]
The mixed syringe of love and light Dip it in candle wax, this is my memory I can’t quite see right, And what I can’t see is the emptiness inside [...]
Blue thick frozen fumes Red green sweet fruit Dancing lights caramel prize Sun blind peripheral skies ice apple Carnival eyes water nose- bends will follow brewing brown red ale bottle [...]
Why do I write? I erase the reasons And a little shit says to me Where you been Are you still legit? and I guess I have to come real [...]
Sad. no other way to explain it Wondering if it's true That everything is tainted. A pile of nothing good Is coming to the surface And my whole "go with [...]
My "O" poem listening to the Bosstones Frozen poet in the snow writing as fast as he can go at least on an iPhone, here we go... The flow so [...]
I was walking in a winter wonderland In the champagne roads of New England, A city of Champions, Oh my God, we brought it back again. Yeah, I was walking, [...]
See this old skin, see these baggy eyes, see this plastic smile and lions grin? Let the ceremonies begin. See this dragon walk, breathe into a bastards lung, see the [...]
Each of us is separated by electric pauses... epic starts, and stops. Breaks in the sentence… A world caught in the Space of language, The words are planets The weight [...]
Follow me Into history. The roses are really not red The violets are really not blue A poet A circus lion A virus in splendor. The minutes have fastened the [...]
Here we go, writing towards the undertow People don’t know, they don’t know Too much caffeine, keeps my heart beating faster Then usual, It's so brutal, how they tried to [...]
Think- this medicine I take at bed Swells my head with cloudy visions Dreams of the crest and even my own Death. These are just thoughts. Think. About this poem? [...]
I am concentrating On a flower A pretty blue flower With purple seeds With purple seeds That will flower new flowers And flower new flowers Till a garden is grown [...]
Sunshine- Wind Storms Man the Storm performs Makes music from the windpipes Cloak and daggered, sounding nice Freestyling for a fraction of the price Putting it down, but I aint [...]
(I remember when December was about delivering packages (to the masses) things have changed (no longer seeing through Lennon's glasses) Winters cold, (the sun sets fastest) Bruises, scrapes, bones are [...]
First step is to realize that it is not your fault. That everything happens for a reason. That to build yourself up sometimes you have to tear your self down. [...]
I once saw the devil in a matchbook I once saw the buildings of hell in an ashtray I fought hell head-on in my notebook. I remember the first day [...]
This is not my wheelhouse, This is not my wheel Dead children in the street I tend to not write about I don't write about gentrification Or police brutality, Molestations [...]
Sad I guess Wondering if life is a treasure chest Then why is my life such a mess At the best I do I laugh at questions [...]
Everyone looks so sad on the train at 3 pm All stories 1. We all have stories. Some tell their stories The others listen and make them their own I'm [...]
I’ll get through Thinking the world is connected By threes. Thinking who do you want me to be? What should I do? It hurts my cerebellum. When I see the [...]
1. Relaxed, anxious, Had my medication for breakfast Sit listening to Ludwig, puff out his chest a bit, And I am trying to listen intently With little [...]
Welcome to the Renaissance of thought Where festivals begin and people dance and talk, where the beautiful mix with the ugly the poor with the rich the stoned with the [...]