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Jul 2012
I am reading
about a piano
when you begin
to play.  

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I will continue
to wish
you were dying.

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you say
to pictures

me, before I was taken.

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you have one story involves a failed grenade.
I wish two, you wish
ambitiously
none.

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forgive me, death, I am drunk.
sober, I sell doormats.

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in our imaginings
gutted baseballs

became

the skulls of small animals
through which the wind

called heads.

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in daytime, you inspect
a dark stone.  you tell me it could take

all night.  

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in heaven’s garage
they’ve yet to make
a horn
that works.

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if I leave, it is to write this poem.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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