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Barton D Smock
Poems
Jul 2016
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these are from my collection, {MOON tattoo}:
[portion]
christ is a boy armless in christ. eats his corn
his teardrop
corn.
thinks he’s been given
by *******
the power
to spy
on a fish. thinks god
is part
food. hears
from a demon
touched
by snowfall
that the boat
is real
but first
starve a crow
that is blind.
~
[mud times]
satan began possessing squirrels
he did so
in the name
of footprints
my sister
the poor girl
was pregnant
with a people
person, she waited
with me
for my hands
to look
like mittens
~
[pinch]
mother
as she
unrolls
a tube
of toothpaste
talks
of a crack
in the lord
these empty
things
I’d rather
they not
look it
take your father’s
drag racing
or a fork
with you
when you bathe
I was scraped, she says
your cheek
to me
a wounded
dream...
it doesn’t last
the prophet’s
grief
~
[clearing]
god
my path
to meaning
nothing
-
she had a sock drawer and a pair of secret hands
the hardest time
with houses
-
what if the end stops coming
-
what if
from one cannibal to another
it is extra
this bone
from the horse
Moon
ate
~
[curio]
making book covers
in the ****
my brother
my higher
brother
is on
about
some late
film
performance
by a woman
he says
has inspired him
to take a ****
on a baby
in a pick-up
truck
and to drive
the truck and to call his route
the border
of the last
miracle
or we can call it
something else
I don’t think
he knows
really
I am just
something saddened
by sorrow, a frog
aware
of caves, as if god’s
creatures
were a result
of god
imagining
what she’d not
seen
scatter...
longhand
the syringe
of poor
colossi,
wrists
both suicide
attempt
and apologue:
I love
brother
for how
he’d split
himself
into outside
time
and inside
time
that he might
tell
a door
****-off
or a dreaming
hieroglyph
his tale
the band-aid
and the risen
ant
~
[mesmeric]
the fish are biting and my father is wanted.
thunder the size of a seasick dog
has crushed
again
my sister’s
baby
for crushing
pills. for every
hunchback
goes
to heaven
there’s a shadow
passed out
in a dream.
Written by
Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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