how sweet it is ~ new poetry from john sweet
“such simple stories just
waiting for happy endings”
we will find our way, we will dream that we are home
i am kissing you in this
last small light
or you are kissing me
we are touching
are not on fire but we remember
the sky was blue and
the sun everywhere and the
holy towers had yet to collapse
there was no one falling from the sky
there were no windows
we feared opening
no animals that needed to die
but we killed them anyway
we let the ship run aground
let the oil stain the sacred stones
laughed as the dog caught
the boy by the throat
and we phoned the people we loved
but no one answered
and when the phone rang the next morning
you were tied to the bed
your father drunk or your
mother stoned and the neighborhood boys
as they took turns fucking you
my hands as they touched your scars
our children as they slept
between us
such simple stories just
waiting for happy endings
john sweet