think in terms of failure

in terms of choices

a man who would either
kill himself or kill
his family

a day at the end of march
where the sunlight is almost
pure enough to burn away
your fears

your hands resting
calmly on a table

your eyes closed while
the door is kicked open

the mother's body found
on top of the daughter's

nothing left for
any of us but to run

death, family, murder, dark verse, hopeless

About John Sweet

John Sweet, born 1968, is married, a father of 2, and opposed to all that is evil. He has been living in the vast wasteland that is upstate New York for the majority of his life, is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the idea that true democracy is a myth. A full length collection of his work, HUMAN CATHEDRALS, is available from www.ravennapress.com. All pertinent facts about his life can be found somewhere in the vast piles of his unpublished works.

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