The poetry of john sweet

the easy way

song of blood for the
man who has everything

mask of fear

children in third world
villages with their hands cut off
at the wrist with their
tongues ripped out because
fear is the key
to power

because love in the age
of plutocracy is
a luxury

stand by quietly with your
head bowed in respect
while the last martyr
is murdered

calculate exactly how
much you’ve gained
from his pain



poem like a dream held up to a mirror









bone white sun in a silver sky and the
idea of distance measured in pain

the idea of
silence as a weight

man steps towards the future only
to watch it recede, looks back over his
shoulder & sees nothing but the
ghosts of better days

give him a name

give him a purpose

make a list of all the people who
ever hated him
back before he was even born

john sweet, b 1968, still numbered among the living.  A believer in writing as catharsis.    His latest collections include BASTARD FAITH (2017 Scars Publications) and the limited edition HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions).  All pertinent facts about his life are buried somewhere in his writing.

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