Featured Writer: John Sweet Day 1
Friday, July 3rd, 2009bread, meat
sky like no sky,
late winter,
all objects without shadows
all shadows
deep underground
walk further north to where
the totems no longer
hold magic
stand to one side and
watch the babies starve
watch the mothers try to
keep them alive with religion
hatred is easy
it’s the trick of aiming
that takes time
to kill your own kind
is a mercy, to kill those
above you a crime
consider who it was
that made these rules
cut them open to see
what makes them tick
put the pieces back
together in a better way
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manifest destiny
joy of forgiveness vs.
joy of fucking
should come as no surprise here
that i’m a whore
should be nothing shocking
that all of us are powerless
you gotta pay those bills
you gotta eat those babies
no one rules the world w/out
the devil’s fist up their ass
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Speed
It was the needle, yes, it
was the need, but also the
dream of hands filled with
pure sunlight reaching out to
hold you, reaching out for
the weight of your breasts,
just another simple act of
drowning, and it was only once,
was only twice, was only june,
july, august, september, the
days suddenly cold, my eyes
filled with ground glass,
heart pounding, phone ringing
for days on end with no one
answering it, and i remember
you were seventeen, then
eighteen, remember you were
laughing and then gone.
am a single father of 2, b. 1968, a believer in writing as catharsis and opposed to all organized religions and schools of poetry. recent colelctions include FAMINE and ASH WILDERNESS. myspace blog is myspace.com/bleedinghorsedenied