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Barton D Smock
Poems
Apr 2014
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the nothing
that’s out there
I keep
to myself.
my talk talks me down.
my kids laugh
in sweet tooth and funny bone.
I am not god’s father figure
but bring anyway
a nervous energy
to my own
birth scene.
it is pretty how one manages
to populate
a personal hell
and it is too pretty
to base an image
on the diary
soaked but drying
in a little house
with a kicked-in door.
some have a story and some think
the having
avoids
the generalizing
others do
to clear space
for space.
for a hobby I’d say
be stunned
by the baby
before
it inherits
separation
anxiety.
once, beneath a storm, be a ghost.
Written by
Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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