[it’s too late to be late again]

j christ and his
brother back in the summer of ’74,

cemetery road where it dead-ends down by the
river and bowie on the tape deck, maybe
iggy, maybe t rex, and no one knows
the girl’s name, of course

no one has any money for more
beer, and the pot’s all gone

21st century just hangs there beyond the hills,
and not all of our father’s end up
making it that far

not every story happens the way
we’ll tell it to our kids

all that really matters in the end is that
there are always better ways to live

John Sweet

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 Sign of Hope" (2019 Scars Publications) and "A Dead Man, Either Way" (2020 Kung Fu Treachery Press).