Two Poems by John Sweet

i do not like anything anymore and everyone here not dead is dying, and so what are we still waiting for? stick around as long as you want, but the future was never going to be anyone’s friend portrait w/ still life, c. 1984 you and i like some frightened child’s dream of blue skies no words, only images the sleepy deaths of summer afternoons on burnt hill road the inevitability of powerlines you…