IN EVERY BOY WHO CAN'T FIND HIS MOTHER THERE IS A BOY WHO CAN'T FIND HIS MOTHER by Barton D Smock

IN EVERY BOY WHO CAN'T FIND HIS MOTHER THERE IS A BOY WHO CAN'T FIND HIS MOTHER

I am
when I drink
a birthmark
removal
expert
or an angel
privately sad
who prolongs
with a rabbit
held together
by grief
a whale’s
insomnia…

Boredom is a mirror’s god.

Pianos
in the winter
are cruel.

Written by

Barton D Smock 48/M/Columbus, Ohio

(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)

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