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| ***BIO*** john sweet, b. 1968, single father of 2. a believer in writing as catharsis. all necessary clues, backwards messages and thinly veiled threats can be found at blog.myspace.com/bleedinghorsedenied. |
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| every good artist paints what he is |
| by John Sweet |
| the poet found dead
behind the wheel of a borrowed car in an empty parking lot the president with his belief in a murderous god with his empty phrases and his addiction to power and his children stumbling drunk down broken-glass alleys and my second son born just before noon beneath a frozen sky in the season of fear and my view of the lost and the crippled from the hospital window the vapor trails hung like wire above the burning buildings the poem written quickly on the last page of a battered notebook words that mean nothing until they're all that's left |
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| July 2007 |
| 91 |