Two Poems

by john sweet 

 

flood

pretty girl with her hands
cut off in the name of freedom

pretty girl burned at the stake
in the name of god

find yourself a narrow path
between the two and
walk until your feet bleed

laugh until your heart explodes

until the rain blots the sun
from the goddamned sky

the abandoned here and now

wakes up to no words

to early morning sunlight in
rainsoaked back yards and he
thinks he should say something but
she’s still asleep

thinks he should explain how
fear becomes depression
how despair solidifies into inertia
but his hands have been
nailed to his heart

his heart
nailed to the floor

feels the hole where all hope
runs out of the world and
he laughs despite everything


john sweet, b 1968, still numbered among the living.  A believer in writing as catharsis.  An optimistic pessimist.  Opposed to all organized religion and political parties.  Avoids zealots and social media whenever possible.  His latest collections include APPROXIMATE WILDERNESS (2016 Flutter Press) and BASTARD FAITH (2017 Scars Publications), along with the upcoming HEATHEN TONGUE (Kendra Steiner Editions).  All pertinent facts about his life are buried somewhere in his writing.
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