2 Poems – John Sweet

Posted: March 17, 2020 in Uncategorized

the kingdom, denied

 

in these sepia-toned rooms of

memory i relive

25 years of drowning

 

in the season of ascension

we eat only dust

 

and i have these pictures and i

have these poems and i am

not sorry for being thin

enough to fade from view

 

i have no use for your

anger and none for your pain

 

we were there at the table

when the bullet

caught christ in the throat

 

i was fucking your

sister on the afternoon my

grandfather took his

own life and

listen –

 

confession isn’t art

 

the starving know enough

to view your god as nothing

more than so much meat

 

all magic is contained w/in

the moment of revelation

and then all that’s

left is dust

 

 

a long way from home, and bleeding

 

everything revealed,

but not until we’re all dead,

and this is just the way it works

 

i love you

but it’s not enough

 

i hate my life,

and how ordinary is that?

 

was there ever anything to do, really,

but fuck and get high?

 

listen

 

the trick is to forget the past and

close your eyes against the future

 

the trick is to never stop moving

 

we kill what we fear,

we become what we hate and

maybe this finally explains my father

 

maybe a mouthful of broken glass

is all any of us really need

 

nothing ever feels as good as

the pain

we can share with others

 

 

 

*read John Sweet`s bio here

 

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