{"id":2718,"date":"2016-04-11T02:06:34","date_gmt":"2016-04-11T02:06:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2718"},"modified":"2016-04-12T01:30:16","modified_gmt":"2016-04-12T01:30:16","slug":"john-sweet-april-2016","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/john-sweet-april-2016\/","title":{"rendered":"John Sweet, April 2016"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>these malachite days<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nand are you sorry you grew up<br \/>\nbelieving in someone else\u2019s truths or<br \/>\nmaybe just sorry you grew up at all?<\/p>\n<p>are you tired of all the<br \/>\nless obvious reasons?<\/p>\n<p>imagine it<\/p>\n<p>the dogs will fuck and the<br \/>\ndogs will bleed and then the wolves<br \/>\nwill come down from the hills<br \/>\nto eat your young<\/p>\n<p>don\u2019t waste your life<br \/>\nlooking for someone who cares<\/p>\n<p>witches are always burned by<br \/>\nmen who proclaim themselves<br \/>\nholy<\/p>\n<p>crippled gods are always<br \/>\ninvented by twisted minds<\/p>\n<p>find yourself in this picture then<br \/>\nwork on getting out<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>max ernst, all is forgiven<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\ncold in the shadows down these side streets<br \/>\nand the flicker of sunlight<br \/>\nthrough bare trees<\/p>\n<p>the names of people whose names<br \/>\ni will never know<\/p>\n<p>the churches and the waves of desperation<br \/>\nthat radiate from them<\/p>\n<p>i&#8217;ve never asked for salvation<\/p>\n<p>never wanted forgiveness<\/p>\n<p>the world is full of children dying slowly<br \/>\nbehind locked doors<\/p>\n<p>is full of priests with their precious words<br \/>\nthat taste like dust<\/p>\n<p>and when i tell you that the storm has passed<br \/>\nit doesn&#8217;t mean that any of us<br \/>\nshould come out of hiding<\/p>\n<p>when i tell you i love you<br \/>\nit&#8217;s almost never out loud<\/p>\n<p>what this feels like is safety<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>the indifferent heart<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nkept telling my father<br \/>\nhe was dead<br \/>\nbut the fucker wouldn\u2019t listen<\/p>\n<p>a generation of drunken car crashes<br \/>\ngiving way to<br \/>\na generation of heroin slaves,<br \/>\na neverending stream of pathetic suicides,<br \/>\nand it was my mother who found him<br \/>\non the kitchen floor<\/p>\n<p>it was my sister who made the<br \/>\nprophecy from 3000 miles away<\/p>\n<p>sent a letter from the church of st. maria,<br \/>\nsent a box of bones,<br \/>\na postcard of some anonymous couple<br \/>\nfucking on the edge of the pch at sunset,<br \/>\nand i told me father<br \/>\nhe was dead<\/p>\n<p>told him he was an asshole,<br \/>\nthe two of us standing there in the<br \/>\nwreckage of our shared past,<br \/>\nand my mother said<br \/>\nleave him alone<\/p>\n<p>said it was all a mistake<\/p>\n<p>sister told me i was an asshole<\/p>\n<p>laughed when her boyfriend<br \/>\nkicked her down the stairs<\/p>\n<p>kept telling him he was dead no<br \/>\nmatter how hard he hit her and i was<br \/>\n2000 miles away, dreaming of<br \/>\nbeing in the arms of st. maria<\/p>\n<p>told my wife i didn\u2019t<br \/>\nlove her anymore and she laughed<br \/>\ntold me i was an asshole<\/p>\n<p>gave me a list of my failures and<br \/>\nit was her boyfriend who called the<br \/>\nnext to day to tell me my<br \/>\nfather was dead<\/p>\n<p>it was the sound of my mother<br \/>\ncrying in the next room<\/p>\n<p>my sister<br \/>\n5000 miles away,<br \/>\nscreaming<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>John Sweet \u00a0has recently been published in <strong>EASY STREET, JUXTAPROSE and BURNING WORD.<\/strong> His latest collection is the spectacularly titled <strong>A NATION OF ASSHOLES W\/ GUNS<\/strong> (2015 Scars Publications).<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>these malachite days &nbsp; and are you sorry you grew up believing in someone else\u2019s truths or maybe just sorry you grew up at all? 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