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Barton D Smock
Poems
Jun 2016
{dir}
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~
some recent poems:
[loneliness]
the only
animal
recognized
by the magician’s
one-trick
pony
/ touch
giving itself
a childhood
/ an alien’s
crucifix
~
[liftoff]
the scarecrow loving puppet put a pop gun to the head of the soundman’s lamb.
-
my last meal
was my mother’s
voice.
~
[the cross]
the haunted clock
in tornado’s
house
the weightlifter’s flower
the rabbit’s
bliss
~
[scare]
I know it is nothing
or a relative
of nothing
what mice
make
of a mouse
possessed
/ my distance from the unborn widens
~
[homage]
like some verbally abused parrot
the crow
the phone’s
god
~
[depictions of reentry (iv)]
/ the tadpole torching my stomach in the museum of the heartless alligator
/ the spider the star in suicide’s eye
/ the crow in the devil’s purse
~
[depictions of reentry (v)]
/ you can work here for nine months
/ it’s not like riding a bike
it’s more
like kneeling
in the center
of a stickman’s
nightmare
/ never you mind
the bloated
baby’s
yellow
tooth
/ at least the sick
they confuse
death
~
[depictions of reentry (vi)]
night terror, the handwriting
of imago’s
child…
/ resurrection, a memoir
~
[depictions of reentry (vii)]
/ the hands and the crushed mind they crawl from
/ god of the briefly ugly
/ the homeless child of nostalgia’s native
/ graveyard
our game
of telephone
~
[depictions of reentry (viii)]
we laugh about them now
scarecrows
the stepchildren
of apocalypse…
pregnancy as suicide prevention.
be wowed
by stuff
on earth.
~
[depictions of reentry (ix)]
before I got sick
there was a sound
my mother
could make
and a bird
perched
on the arm
of a snowman…
angels, yeah
some
grab their ears
when trapped
~
[depictions of reentry (x)]
the unlit candle
desertion’s birthday
-
the voice
is not god’s
that experiments
on children
but ask
away
-
the dog we buried
is sometimes
on fire
watched
we think
by our sister’s
cooking
Written by
Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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