By John Sweet
a blind man painting
the face of god
a fist
flesh and bone and
bottomless blue sky, and
what exactly are we getting at here?
sex and depression,
probably,
and sometimes together
sometimes the wrong pills
a song on the radio carrying
too much weight and
we are always moving towards the future and
we are always being dragged down
by the past
we are always fucking
the wrong ghosts
i am never sorry enough
for the pain i cause
it always arrives with
the promise of more
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) with Kendra Steiner Editions and A Flag on Fire is a Song of Hope (2019) with Scars Publications.
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Hi John! Wonderful poem.
I’m also a poet and writer. And, my last name is Sweet! Perhaps we are long lost cousins?