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


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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