DREAMS I HAVE WRITTEN

Walking Through Childhood's Twilighted Summers,

The Dark Trees Have Fingers That Claw At The Sky.

The Roadside Path Of Moonlit Stones And Sparkling Sand

Is Nothing More Than Enchanted Bits Of Asphalt And Glass.

The House On The Hill Where

My Brother - My Father - A Stranger Still Lives.

Peering Through Windows And There Lies The Boy

I Have Ached For And Hungered.

Paul And The Man Who's Name I Know Not -

Kissing And Stroking And Rimming To Moan.

I'm Locked Out Of Their Pleasure

As I Was Locked Out Of That Generation Of Love And Tragedy...

And Yet I Mourn Them...

And I'm Still So Very Jealous.

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Walking In Future Into That San Fran Town...

Adult And Completed - And Alone - And Proud.

Paul Is A Stranger Who Once Knew Me Well -

An Accident Made Welcome We Smiled And Fell.

A Smile And Kiss And That Stirring Forgotton -

A Summer Of Love With My Paul In Our Autumn.

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Walking Through The Now Of Dreams And Of Thoughts

Of Memories Of Brian Fucking Me Souless In The Protection

Of His Ghostly Arms...

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I Walk Through The Winter Of The Bible Belt Town

Where The Man Known As Adam Plants A Garden In The Snow...

Shedding Crystaline Tears For The Father Below.

And The Crying Is Smiling As Sunflower Does Rise -

He Looks Up To Me...

And Then He Counts To Three...

I Awake In My Room With This Need To Write.

© JANUARY 14, 2000 By Jason Wright

-For My Inspirations-

The Neighbor, The Pauls (Both Hartmann & Ferguson),

For Brian - My Friend, & For One - William Aaron Adam Campagna.