a beautiful failure

like dogs running
through frozen fields

like february sunlight on
                        dirty ice

blue skies cut by power lines and
dying gods left where they lie

abandoned factories
and empty warehouses

this is the place

meaningless words casting
distorted shadows and you w/ a
full tank of gas

you w/ a loaded shotgun

the last 20 years of yr life
spent turning in the
wrong direction

choosing not to choose

closing yr eyes whenever
the crucial moment
came near

John Sweet, b. 1968, has lived most of his life in rural upstate New York. A believer in “writing as catharsis”, and a searcher for some constantly evolving absolute truth. Most recent collection is approximate wilderness (Flutter Press, 2016).

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