poem while watching dali paint the iridescent sky
in the absolute heat,
in the shadows of trees,
of empty houses,
this silence built from soft breezes,
from freeway traffic on the
other side of the river
this moment defined by
sunlight on chrome
by the absence of all pain
spend your lifetime buried
beneath belief and the loss of
faith becomes inevitable
dig at your flesh to try and
find the better person buried
down deep inside and all you do
is bleed
~~
John Sweet
from in the palace of dying light, 2011
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John Sweet biography
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