Tryst Feature Poet John Sweet |
number 29, 1950, second attempt |
these things seen through sheets of glass are almost real think of history understand that i would place you against the flawless blue sky and call you beautiful would pick at the same small wound for thirty-eight years until it came to define me and i have spent my life among men who claim to have found god in a bottle i have tasted my father's ashes will spend the rest of my life hurting the people i love and calling it art all i ask is that i be forgiven Featured Poetry |