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magdalena's blues








magdalena’s blues






rain on friday morning no

matter who you’re going to vote for,

no matter who you hate or

secretly want to fuck



dead dogs and laughing children



the desperate lives of all you

poets with nothing to say



gotta move beyond the simplicities of

christ as question or christ as answer



believe in this woman who leaves her

children with her mother,

drives to different town to score,

gets back home in time to

call in sick for work



consider the past as the future and

the future as a film running

                          backwards



dig up the bones of forsaken lovers



no point getting old but

good luck trying to stop it



good luck telling your friends

from your enemies in the

kingdom of oblivion



weapons and despair and celibate

priest with their hearts full of hate



with their teeth filed down to

points and they are nothing and

you are no one and we are

sitting on the back steps getting high



we are ravens flying up into

the dust-colored sky





John Sweet





John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest poetry collections include HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications).  Recent work has appeared in Dodging the Rain, Thirteen Myna Birds, Neologism and Deuce Coupe.

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