the abandoned books of women
hurry, grief, your mice
to a nearby
field.
close, silence, your mouth
in the ****** scar
of mine.
distill, wind, the river
your ****
fiction.
scarecrow
if I am worn, let me help you
undress.
loss of the family dog
be alone. enter snowfall as a heavy breather in a white dress
window shopping
for a red.
know
that in between heaven and hell, there is war. hell thinks it a nightmare, heaven thinks it hell. hell sleeps more than your sister in love. heaven counts warriors and can’t put an angel on why the numbers keep changing.
as increased chatter is good for morale, call your mother and say you are her appetite.
scoop the brains of your buddies into a helmet.
annotations for daughter
the second coming of self harm has entered a town called Both.
having a baby is a mouthful.
–
think of yourself as a journal death keeps.
.....
also:
for those interested, I have 15 signed copies of my full length poetry collection ‘earth is part earth and there’s a hole in the sound I made you from’ (Dec 2015, 98 pages) and 8 signed copies of my full length poetry collection ‘eating the animal back to life’ (July 2015, 316 pages) that I’d love to mail, free of charge, for sharing and/or for burning. send me a message with a physical address along with the collection desired if this is something one hand or two of yours would like.
( Barton)
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
the abandoned books of women
hurry, grief, your mice
to a nearby
field.
close, silence, your mouth
in the ****** scar
of mine.
distill, wind, the river
your ****
fiction.
scarecrow
if I am worn, let me help you
undress.
loss of the family dog
be alone. enter snowfall as a heavy breather in a white dress
window shopping
for a red.
know
that in between heaven and hell, there is war. hell thinks it a nightmare, heaven thinks it hell. hell sleeps more than your sister in love. heaven counts warriors and can’t put an angel on why the numbers keep changing.
as increased chatter is good for morale, call your mother and say you are her appetite.
scoop the brains of your buddies into a helmet.
annotations for daughter
the second coming of self harm has entered a town called Both.
having a baby is a mouthful.
–
think of yourself as a journal death keeps.
.....
also:
for those interested, I have 15 signed copies of my full length poetry collection ‘earth is part earth and there’s a hole in the sound I made you from’ (Dec 2015, 98 pages) and 8 signed copies of my full length poetry collection ‘eating the animal back to life’ (July 2015, 316 pages) that I’d love to mail, free of charge, for sharing and/or for burning. send me a message with a physical address along with the collection desired if this is something one hand or two of yours would like.
( Barton)
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