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Poet: John Sweet
explaining
the house of dead mouths
picture
a
million words laid
end to end without
anything ever
being said
think of religion
or politics
the lies
you tell your lover
do you see?
dog
(2)
or
my children and the way
they bind me undeniably
to this place
my failures
which make me human
my scars
all of the reasons i
avoid my own reflection
uncertainty
while approaching the end of the age of christ
tuesday
night thinking
about pollock's last paintings
thinking about
the way they disappeared
and waiting for the birth
of my second child
waiting for my father's words
to fall without warning
from my mouth
all of the
old fears remembered
the
literal world
and
the dog goes for
this boy's throat or maybe
the priest walks up
quietly behind him
speaks of god while he
locks the doors
and closes the curtains
believes in nothing beyond
what his hands can
devour
a brief
history of america
and
someone finds the boy
in his shallow grave
in the hills of southern california
and someone
brings the news to his parents
this is where we are
A collection of works by John
Sweet is available here.
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