some darker map of the known world
"I'm 35, married, a father, angry at a great many things, overeducated, underpaid, deeply in debt, one dead car in the driveway, just waiting for my neighbors to move. Recent work has appeared in DUFUS!, remark, Above Ground Testing and 63channels. Recent collections include
"Enemy," a chapbook from PinkAnarchkittyPress.com; "Silence in the House of Truths," an e-chapbook available at Tamafyhr Mountain Poetry; and "Human Cathedrals," a tasty little full-length collection of angst and bile available from Ravenna Press."
By John Sweet
cold in the grey air and
nothing beautiful
and the days measured by the
bones of dead soldiers laid
end to end
by runaway girls and
all of the ways they're never
seen again
all of the candles that burn
in the windows of
slowly fading houses or the ones
that set the curtains on fire
in rusting trailers
the mothers who walk away
and the children they
leave behind
the way these spaces have
grown between them
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