Description

Poet John Sweet is doing the work of a poet – it only seems like we weren’tt working at the cash registers of old, at a Berkeley New Wave boutique I once told a woman to go to the basement and get her own damn Pink Flamingo figurine, I was so busy registering other less tangible matters. Once again, I got fired pretty quick. Others may want to Dunk a Poet, but believe me it ain’t easy. Thank you for these words:

and i am sorry for your grandfather’s
suicide, but quietly, the sound of my
voice too much in this wide open
field, the pain of memory everywhere,
and when your lover tells you she’s
drowning what she means is that
you’re the sea and when your
children run away what they want
you to believe in is the smothering
weight of failure
what they want to punish you for
is never quite spoken out loud