American Poem For Ghosts And Failures by John Sweet

and if nobody dreams then
nobody dies and
if the doors are all locked
we will break the windows

if the house is on fire we
will blame the opposition

dead is dead

god is both a fist
and a broken face

i was a painter first and
then a poet and
now i’m just a coward

i trust myself and
i vote for no one

i know the flag
to be nothing more
than a shroud for butchered

bury them all in the back
yard and then wait to
see what grows

john sweet, b 1968, still numbered among the living. A believer in writing as catharsis. an optimistic pessimist. Opposed to all organized religion and political parties. Avoids zealots and social media whenever possible. His latest collections include A NATION OF ASSHOLES W/ GUNS (2015 Scars Publications) and APPROXIMATE WILDERNESS (2016 Flutter Press). All pertinent facts about his life are buried somewhere in his writing.

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