Tag Archives: John Sweet

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 … Continue reading

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if and only

the city without hesitation where the forest ends and if god can only exist in empty spaces, then what? ask kay in her final moment of blindness ask her again after her suicide understand that nothing you and i do … Continue reading

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scar tissue

and the trick is to believe in better men and then the trick is to find them the trick is to stop time hands held up in surrender as the trigger is pulled dream of a disappearing father wake up … Continue reading

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Yr simple faith

He dreams about a body in the barn, dreams about a house in the country. Dreams he outlives his children, then wakes up depressed. Waits for the phone to ring, but it doesn’t. Waits for the rain, then waits for … Continue reading

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