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

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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/