Poetry – John Sweet

[i don’t wanna know/i’m glad i don’t know]

13 yrs old high in

the back seat and it’s only a

matter of time before

everyone here is fucked

song on the radio and it’s the

same one yr father was

singing when he fell down

the basement stairs, and it’s

good to believe there are

still some drugs worth

dying for

it’s this idea of the

future that

keeps me awake at night

the point where i end but

it keeps moving on

without me

John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in compassionate nihilism which, as luck would have it, has all the best bands. His published collections include NO ONE STARVES IN A NATION OF CORPSES (2020 Analog Submission Press) and THERE’S ONLY ONE WAY THIS IS GOING TO END (Cyberwit, 2023).