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poet as crow/as starving dog/as himself by John Sweet

somewhere between
day and night

somewhere between
home and lost

the 20th century dead and
picasso with it
and pollock all but forgotten

my father’s ashes
on a shelf in a room i
no longer walk through

a letter in my pocket from
a man who says
i don’t like what you write but
feel that it’s necessary
and what i send him is this poem
written in a moving car

words that define nothing
but that move towards the hills
at a terrifying rate

this illusion of motion
and all of the reasons it’s
necessary

all of the places i arrive at
without welcome

the news i bring
which is never good

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

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

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