Poem for the Collapse of Distant Stars by John Sweet

and every day i say
this is the day
a pocketful of
someone else’s cash
the halos of runaway teenage girls
nailed to the wall above your headboard because
not everyone wins in the age
of victories
not all the drugs work
breathe in like judas and
then out like christ
let the pain define you
let the dogs starve but then
tell them it’s an act of kindness
tell them death is the only thing
that gives true meaning to life
John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis. 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). https://bleedinghorse.blogspot.com/