Half Drunk Muse Poetry


first poem from the season of fear by John Sweet

without warning

a man i know has left
his wife and boy
for a married waitress with
three children of
her own

a car burns in
the breakdown lane on I-88

the days fall together in this way
with a late summer sun
hanging always over the hills
to the north

with the news of minor tragedies
meaning less and less

and i’m reminded of
the suicide queen’s father on the
day of the abortion

how he shook my hand and looked away
and i’m reminded of my sister
and all the bruises she
never spoke about

there is a need
for beautiful words to place
against all of this anger we endure
but my mouth is filled
with ashes

my hands are cold on
the steering wheel when the woman
on the radio tells me that the
east coast is in flames

that the innocent are burning
with the guilty

all of their screams
as terrible as the sound of
anyone’s god

View bio for John Sweet Published in All Poems 1999-2004

About HDM

Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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