John Sweet

drugstore at the

farthest edge of the desert but

                          we had a map,

had my hands in your blood,

had your teeth in my heart and

this was the new world


august and then september and

all of de chirico’s promises come true

and we thought about offering

christ a blindfold

             but why?


better to see the bullet


better to just put on your best

leather boots and walk the 3000

miles to your father’s grave


get down on your knees among

his bleached and broken

bones and sing

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 A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications) and A DEAD MAN, EITHER WAY (2020 Kung Fu Treachery Press).