A MINOR DEPRESSION IN A QUIET ROOM

WHO WILL SING THE DEAD MAN'S SONG?

YOU, IN THE ETERNAL DISTANCE

EVERYTHING A REMINDER OF DEATH

POYDRAS

REVIEW!!!!

https://poydrasreview.com/blog/2019/5/13/in-the-moment-of-awakening

FOUR DAYS OF RAIN IN THE KINGDOM OF NIL

YOU, ME AND

THE   BLOTTER   RAG

http://blotterrag.com/pdfs/2019-04.pdf

WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE FORGIVEN

BLAZEVOX

http://www.blazevox.org/BX%20Covers/BXspring19/John%20Sweet%20-%20Spring19.pdf

AFTER THE DREAMER HAS BEEN CRUCIFIED

NEW WORK AT

THE OGILVIE

http://www.the-ogilvie.com/2019/05/17/a-merciful-fist-an-abundance-of-despair-by-john-sweet/

THESE ASSHOLES WITH THEIR TATTERED FLAGS

A hearty FUCK YOU to

fascists, Neo-Nazis, demagogues,

religious zealots and elected whores

everywhere……

https://www.amazon.com/dp/109749165X/

A MAN-MADE GOD AND A MAN-MADE DEVIL

YOUR WHOLE LIFE ON YOUR KNEES

LIFE WRIT LARGE

AT

DUANE’S POETREE

https://duanespoetree.blogspot.com/2019/05/john-sweet-writes.html

 

A BETTER POET THAN YOU'LL EVER BE

THEORIES ON FEAR

THIS AGE OF UNNAMED GHOSTS

FEAR OF THE REAL WORLD

SOME INK ON PAPER CRAZINESS:

WORK IN THE NEW

STEAM TICKET

ONE WAY OUT

CORPORATE VIOLENCE FOR SALE

I WANT NO PART OF YOUR DEATH CULTURE

ALL I EVER WANTED WAS THE TRUTH

ANYONE CAN KICK BUKOWSKI'S CORPSE

THANK YOU

PRAXIS

MAGAZINE

http://www.praxismagonline.com/driving-approaching-lost-by-john-sweet/

ONE FROM THE BOOK OF DAYS

ships, sleeping

you open the door and

find the hanging man

what you've been chosen for here

isn't clear but listen

he has a wife and he has a child

a room full of

books without words

a cigarette grown cold

in an ashtray

and what happened is that he

woke up and

the house was on fire

the last great war

hadn't begun yet but the

streets were full of starving children

do you remember

the stench of corpses?

do you believe that

god and the devil are the same?

this is the question you

need to ask your lover when she

kneels before you

ignore her words when she answers

but watch her hands

listen to the passing traffic

and is this a room where

every mirror has been turned to

the wall?

it matters

your smile can only hold

so much broken glass

the clocks will only run backwards

until they reach zero

think about

all of the lies your

father ever told you

walk to the end of the hall

and open the door

the possibilities are never as

endless as you'd like to believe

HIT SONG

WE WERE CLOSER, AND ALREADY DRIFTING APART

UNCERTAIN HALCYON MORNING

LANDSCAPE WITH THE FIRST WHISPERS OF FEAR

THE FIST YOU FEAR ISN'T THE FIST OF GOD

POEMS & INTERVIEW @

DUANE’S POETREE

It’s almost like you know me!

But you don’t.

https://duanespoetree.blogspot.com/2019/05/john-sweet-responds.html

SOME LESSER GOD SHOOTING STRAY DOGS DOWN BY THE RIVER

NEW WORDS OF

VISIONARY GENIUS @

SAN ANTONIO REVIEW

https://sa-review.com/2019/05/04/all-the-nameless-saints/

JUNKIE HYMNS

NEW @

SETU

https://www.setumag.com/2019/04/poetry-john-sweet.html

THOSE AMONG YOU WHO ARE DEAD TO ME

THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU

THE HOLY WORD