John Sweet

tell the angel of

thirst that you love her

 

give her your dreams of

starving crows

 

give her wars that have

moved beyond the need for names,

that exist only in terms of

statistics and dollar amounts

 

the truth is a fist here

 

the cities are on fire

 

you will choke to death,

but at least your life

is filled with choices

 

ignorance, maybe, or fear,

or hatred, and

what else were you expecting?

 

surf the internet

 

get drunk and get stoned and

fall asleep on the couch

in the blue glow of reality tv

 

the golden age of oblivion

                          is upon us

 

About the Author

John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in compassionate nihilism which, as luck would have it, has all the best bands. His published collections include No One Starves in a Nation of Corpses (2020 Analog Submission Press) and There’s Only One Way This Is Going To End (Cyberwit, 2023).