Seriously, are we having fun yet?
I don't recall signing up to be a member of the Fascist Nation, yet here I am, knee deep in mouth breathers and cousin-humpers.
I keep hoping that if I write enough, eventually one of these illiterate guardians of pseudo-patriotism will learn how to read well enough to read some of my stuff and stick me on an enemies list.
How cool would that be?
In the meantime, I guess we all just keep walkin' with the beast...……...
John Sweet
[as the band began to play, out of tune]
useless godking with his
broken hands nailed to the floor
not faith but a
lust for power
sound of newborn babies
crushed beneath bootheels
sound of laughter
and are you a motherfucker or
are you an asshole?
a dead man, either way, but
maybe not for a few years yet
play your cards right
cum when you can,
lie when you can’t
ignore the stench of progress
write down the name of
every corpse you find
consider the day when this list
finally comes to an end
John Sweet
John Sweet
still january, right?
John Sweet
and i was driving to work when i
heard the news about cobain
was saddened
but not surprised
had reasons to live that i
wouldn’t let go of
hated myself
yes
but hated the rest of you
that much more
a confession for the queen of open wounds
no comfort
this deep into january,
only losses
only victims
zero times zero which is
all the religion you’ll need,
or at least it’s all i’ll offer
a simple act of drowning once we
break through the ice and
was this the desert you’d always dreamt of?
shades of pale blue and grey
bones of forgotten survivors,
of missing children
faceless man who tells you christ is
the answer, and have his eyes been gouged out or
was he born without them?
how best to ask?
or else your father
who was a lifetime believer in good times
who died of depression
left behind debt and
the gift of self-doubt
a house on fire and a room filled
with masks you almost recognize and
now what?
broken glass and twisted metal and
the drowning boy trapped
beneath the river’s surface
nothing on the horizon but february
i have no memories of ever
being in love there
