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Tryst Feature Poet John Sweet |
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Tryst Feature Poet John Sweet |
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this is the room the poet run out of words the carpet worn and stained and art is picasso is hemingway is dali cold and dead and still the wars continue meaningless with the bodies laid end to end in the broken glass mothers children dogs and whores and the poet watches the empty street for inspiration waits for the unexplainable pain in his left wrist to subside wonders if lorca thought his blood was actually being spilled for the good of anyone Featured Poetry |