grey skies & temperature dropping,
smell of cut grass, screams of crows
are you sorry you
believe in motion?
are you frightened by
the idea of death?
at some point you’re old enough to
realize that no one
really wants to hear the truth
wake up tired, sore, depressed
this will be the day the
roof caves in
the day the child’s body is found in
a shallow grave in mexico
in upstate new york
and each story generates its own
insufficient heat, of course,
and we cannot help but be
burned by the light of the sun
not every story is meant
to make you smile
not every moment needs to be
weighted down by this
sense of failure
the god you love the most
will always be the one
who bleeds you dry in the end
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 HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications).
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