John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest poetry collections include A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications) and A DEAD MAN, EITHER WAY (2020 Kung Fu Treachery Press).
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one for the golden boy, who might actually understand
with his arms outstretched, with
a halo of blood
no grace
no forgiveness
a tale of caution, and
always with the same ending
tells her he loves her
but it’s not enough
holds out the truth, but
it’s unrecognizable
nobody’s baby, nobody’s lover
dead man with his
tongue cut out, and maybe
that’s the punchline
and not everyone’s
gonna get it, of course, but fuck ‘em
being the asshole you
love to hate is nothing new
being my father’s son is the
weight that will
finally pull me under
i remember learning how to swim
and i remember drowning,
and both of these memories are true
all gods are indifferent to
the news of our suffering
it is no small
act of arrogance
believing yourself to matter in
the end
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