Two Poems

by John Sweet

mobius poem

let the wolves grow fat
on the corpses of dissidents

let judas be crowned

the future will arrive
with or without you of course
and truth is not beauty when
beauty offers no hope

the truth is a circle and the
passing days scrape and
bleed against one another
until they all look the same,
and how much can human
life be worth when all
wars are fought for
profit?

who exactly do we need
to kill to
make things right again?

the hollow man, approximately

or maybe the prophet gets it wrong,
but how would we know?

everyone’s dead sooner or later,
as is the fashion

junkie lovers and yr father’s suicide and
even tina’s little sister, stoned and
naked and laughing in the back seat and
it’s a bitter goddamn life spent
waiting for something better

it’s a man with a wound where his
mouth should be, insisting that
bleeding isn’t enough

pushes the knife in as far as
it will go and tells you to stop being
such a fucking baby

stop acting like the
center of the universe

just wants you to realize that
your life was never really anything
more than a long dull list of things
not worth dying for


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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