these dreaming monsters

By John Sweet

faded blue november sky with

contrails and silence 

up on burnt hill road and

what if god is nothing more than the

ability to tell the truth and what if truth

is nothing more than the road to beauty?

will you offer 

your churches to the homeless or

give your wealth to the starving or

will you continue to preach 

the gospel of ignorance and hatred?

will you stop raping the children?

there is no end to the ways we can

disguise our lies as luminous truths


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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