poem for the fine art of immortality
spirits larger than the summer sun and
how high were we flying when
we got the news about cobain’s death?
how fast were we driving trying to
leave all the pain of that last
grey winter behind?
and i don’t think i ever saw you again but
i can still remember the taste of
salt on your lips on easter sunday
i can still remember the
gift of godlike vision
before we threw it all away
John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis. His latest poetry collections include Heathen Tongue (2017 Kendra Steiner Editions) and Bastard Faith (2017 Scars Publications).