{earth is part earth and there’s a hole in the sound I made you from}
~ earth is part earth and there’s a hole in the sound I made you from ~
new collection of poems, 98 pages, 9.00
book preview on site is book entire…if interested in reviewing, will send a copy your way, make request as such to bartonsmock@yahoo.com
I don’t care that you know I’m ending the year on the word ‘from’.
some poems from said collection:
~
(—)
licking its wounds it is still an animal.
what does it mourn?
the lack reach of my tongue?
me / me I have
lost my sense of a peopled earth.
~
~ warm body ~
her nightmare
from the era
of hibernation
revolves around
a baseball
made
by her husband
from the cobwebs
found
soaking
in the mouths
of babes
(mouths)
dry
from dreaming
of the sponge
bathed
by god
in the egg
of a spotless
crow
~
~ drawn ~
because in its guts, poetry knew it was born of two miscalculations. creating god was all for nothing. I think I make my parents lonely.
kingsoftrain 
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