One For The Demigod Atheist

One For The Demigod Atheist

poetry

John Sweet

a river through the desert,
late December,
this dust-colored sky at sunset,
these silent houses down dead-end streets


church spires and the taste of road salt


accidental overdose behind
the car wash


got a houseful of true believers and
a can of gasoline


got a hidden camera to film the
blow jobs and the payoffs


55 hours a week at the blood factor
and your hands no longer
wash clean


man at the door tells you you’re
                    the wrong color,
                    the wrong sex,
tells you to turn your pain into
performance art and then
maybe he can help you


tells you electric guitars
are a thing of the past, so stop whining
about the goddamn stones


stop pretending Cobain was ever
anything more than just another
                 fucked up suicide


says it leaves a pretty bitter taste in the
back of your throat when all of these
facts told in anger end up
                 being true


You piss and you moan and then you
wake up hungover and drive
yourself to work


winter threatens to last forever


Christ plans his comeback


has a list of assholes he’d love to
see nailed to the cross


tells you your name’s at the top and
then he’ll work
his way down from there

John sweet, b 1968, still numbered among the living. A believer in writing as catharsis. Opposed to all organized religion and political parties. His latest collections include the limited edition chapbooks HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and A BASTARD CHILD IN THE KINGDOM OF NIL (2018 Analog Submission Press). All pertinent facts about his life are buried somewhere in his writing.

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