the bleeding horse, avenged
writings by john sweet, and then some.
Friday, December 06, 2019
Thursday, December 05, 2019
these little wounds like party favors
and then twilight skies and
neon signs and then
down to rooftops
down to darkened rooms and
the pale silhouettes of ghosts
and i have been tasting
your pain for so long now
my mouth feels bruised
i have dreamt my son’s death
once and then twice
after this there can
only be winter
Wednesday, December 04, 2019
Tuesday, December 03, 2019
the measure
i sound like anyone else here
like the silence of dying children
15,000 miles away,
and i didn’t cause all of the pain in the world,
and so i refuse to feel guilty for it
and so blame will be
forced upon me anyway
Monday, December 02, 2019
those darker days of salvation & prayer
and out there in the frozen
sunlight we wanted to be beautifulor maybe just loved
but there was never any time
the car was in the shop and
the rent was late
the drugs didn’t work any more
i was sick of poetry and you were
tired of starving andbetween us we knew all the words to
every song dee dee ever wrote
we believed in the myths even
after they’d been disproved
didn’t seem like too big a price to
pay for immortality
didn’t feel like spring
with snow in the forecast
baby was hungry and
the windows all broken
christ was a story i refused
to find comfort in
just one more beaten dog
crawling towards an unhappy endingSunday, December 01, 2019
Saturday, November 30, 2019
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