December 30, 2016 / barton smock

{extracts}

some older:

[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.

[from the book of waiting]

what is it
dissolves
in the mother’s
foreseeable
presence?

faith
a flashback
god
is having.

[circles] ~for Kazim Ali

two sons
share a pencil
then trade
ghost plate
for alien
stomach

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