the days too short and neverending

 

if only for a little while

 

and i swore you were dead, even when no one else would believe it

 

the truth is just another dog left to starve

 

the true art of worship

 

NEVER NOTICED, BUT I KNEW

 

STILL CLINGING TO THE OLD EMPIRE

 

the brighter future

 

NO ONE HERE GETS AS HIGH AS YOU

 

poem of ordinary fear

 

j christ and pilate and even that fucker michelangelo

 

everything reminds me of something you said

 

every one of us the enemy of freedom

 

i'd be your future/boy

 

ghost of a moon nailed to a pale blue sky

 

give up christ, give up all those pretty songs

 

vscorpiozine

 

 

https://vscorpiozine.wordpress.com/2022/12/29/poem-by-john-sweet-with-broken-wings-with-bruised-hearts/

 

 

 

 

everything spoken through a mouthful of sawdust and dogshit

 

NEW WORK AT

THE INSANELY

AWESOME

 

INK

PANTRY

 

https://www.inkpantry.com/poetry-drawer-walk-away-like

-a-fool-in-mercy-blind-heretic-with-broken-wings-with-bruised-hearts-

one-from-the-valley-of-ashes-a-wasted-mouthful-by-john-sweet/

 

 

in the morning when i wake up i don't like what i see

 

poem for the death of hope/poem for america

 

IF I WERE ME......