a white straight man

Rocking from side to side.
Like Bill Gates, but not as smart.
I autisticly sway
Maybe I look more like Stevie.
SmIling.

Thats who I am.
A White Straight Man.
a Sad demographic. a blip.
Just a blip.
In fact, if you are reading this.
And I am dead.
I am still a blip. blip. blip.

I will never be published.
But not for why you think.
I mean if your white, you think,
Jason wasn't published because of what He is.
And if your not white,
You'll think Jason haven't been published because I'm
not smart enough or interesting enough.

I would have to agree with you.
every other published author
in that fat textbook you have
is white
straight
male.

I don't need a voice today.
Honestly, I'm not for the canon.

the Cat in the Custard Cup

Cold coughs harbor morning lights
nights affairs turn into daylight
predawn smell on pacific air

fruitless cares wanting
chicago for fifty
years. cents. swiftly dense.
dent the mind's eye
poke my middle forehead

shed skins red Nanjing
spell smelt salmon run
"the ocean, Sir."

What

"The Ocean. The surface, Sir. Seals surf face on waves
dolphining, Sir. Face the West. Pelican
dance late moonlight, predawn. Smell that heir.
Sirens on the pacific; these birds vee cuts."

black
purple
green
blue/orange
red
white
blue
bright
sun

tears taste truths burden
on icy eyes.
But God says
"I see I's in the
crowded station."

(metro racing)

code for JMW Turn her
on to me. but she sings
a Pelican song. that's so long.
that is oh
oh
Oh SO
long.

wash wax wain facts
main sheet jib sheet
shit winds turn
rope hand blood
knot rips
sips not
grace
songs
endless
morning.

The Devil Beats his Wife

[back. my back.
picture a black and white.
I am falling back first.
my feet are in the air.
I am an inch off the ground,
like a twelve story blur.

this is a large picture that is heavy
and my hands are in the air trying to catch
this black and white mess before it falls.
the angle is wrong and it breaks into
615243 pieces.]

Blue Collar, Red Skin.
The choices that we make
determine how we fit in
to the scheme of the world's faults,
we know in our hearts,
that someday everything will be
taken away.

I gets off work at eight.
and drinks before I tuck in,
my children, it's the only time
I sees them during my life.

So I want to have a chance
to pass on the way I see
existence to my kids.
to find out that no one wins.

So i left my daughter in the basement
and i left my son at home
I left my wife at the alter
but I don't feel alone

"now son you have a choice,
to save sis or your life
I know you'll make the right one
but this decision will have a price."


I left my daughter in the basement
and I locked my son with keys
handed him the spare,
with no access on his knees

to his sisters door and his own
and he cannot reach the phone
to call God and say

"let me in the door
for I have been a good boy
and if you won't spare my life
at least save my sister's

for her joy will out live
my agnostic pursuit."