June 2, 2015 / barton smock

themes for sobriety

outside the garage door
of a cement building
I break no bread
with the silence
of my nose

what a clown

–

the wound’s depth
leads me
to believe
in a part
of my father’s
leg
I didn’t know
I had

–

mother’s pain
is other
pets, the devil

is the devil
forever

–

this egg on my face
is from the eye
of yours
that hatched

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