He Is Dreaming Of Solitude, But Is Still Some Distance From The Sea

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closed my eyes for just a second,

and summer was gone

forgot my children’s faces

forgot their names

and the sky without color

the same war as yesterday

ten more dead or

a hundred or a thousand and

                             in the end

              no one really cares

heads filled with glue and

smiles like broken glass

try to explain this to your lover

tell her why you hate yourself

deserted streets in a

town with no future but

at least we’ve got the internet

laws to obey drugs to

help pass the time and i closed 

my eyes for just a second

i locked the door behind me

but the house was in flames

the children were asleep

nothing to do but

wish them luck and run

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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 A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019, Scars Publications) and A DEAD MAN, EITHER WAY (2020, Kung Fu Treachery Press).

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