Poem by John Sweet

twilight in the city of empty fables

and you stand there doing
nothing while the house
falls down around you and you
talk about the meaning of truth while
ashes and broken glass spill
 ……………from your mouth

we crawl from the
palaces to the factories

we drink from the river
despite what we’ve been told

debate the existence of poverty

who among us could ever eat
more than their share knowing the
world around us is filled with
……………starving children?


John Sweet has been writing for almost 30 years with a Writing as Catharsis approach to things.  His most recent collections are THE CENTURY OF DREAMING MONSTERS (2014 Lummox Prize winner) and  A NATION OF ASSHOLES W/ GUNS (2015 Scars Publications)