(away)

 

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[Drone & Chickenhouse]
poems, October 2015, book link and reading link:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/drone-chickenhouse/paperback/product-22390933.html

[Eating the Animal Back to Life]
poems, July 2015, book link and reading link:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/eating-the-animal-back-to-life/paperback/product-22277755.html

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and here are some poems not in either of the above collections:

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[notes for stimuli]

I start my sentences
like this:

the thing is.

thing is
my son
like yours
is dying. thing is

I was told
by god
to be a man.

I love you all.

I love
but start a fight
with someone
I’ve never met
over what
a fucking

poverty

no one
talks to
not
in years.

one must apple boldly in a cornfield of rust.

baby clotheshorse
eats baby
litmus.

taste
keeps my tongue
in the dark.

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[raisings]

we couldn’t get a horse because we had this one dog would fake sick. had this nurse would sleep with her shoes on. I don’t know how many of us there were. I had more fevers than god had footprints to follow. had an insect to offer worry. we were poor and perfect when pretending to be. father had a hat that remembered our names and mother a kite she called the birthday of a ghost. I wanted to be a girl but my sorrow was too southern. had a sister and she asked her baby what do angels have. I never saw for myself the ransom note from hell we couldn’t touch. parts came in pairs so both would answer.

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[city vision]

downloading
the horror movie
that shows
your penis
takes
a long time
in the city.

others
are a grief
I came alive
to miss.

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[immolator]

i.

his hands looked as if they’d been born inside a tree. his cock as if god had thought twice about burning the entire stick. who am I kidding. find that fucking tree and have its baby.

ii.

my body was so hot the stretcher caught fire outside the pig pink temple.

iii.

what’s left of the human wall are the feet of the human wall

says mother
to the family
of the secret
wig.