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April 29, 2019 / barton smock

{ old, slightly edited, musics }

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[removal musics (x)]

this father
handing over
bibles
to prison-scene
extras, his sadness

sorrow’s
nondescript
editor…

the drive-in’s
elegiac
dog
/ nose
to the scarcity
of theatrical
emptiness…

the fish (a cigarette burn on the body of god

(gets bigger
over time….

how unfair
to insomnia
the monster
with child

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[give god my space in the unleft church]

as you count on your teeth the losses I’ve turned to stone

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[no musics]

I am to bed without supper for hiding my face from the lord. in the city, my brother is handcuffed for biting his wrists. still unborn is the calf that invented sadness. do I look like what you feel when you look at me? I think there is only hell.

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[lawn musics]

books on arson, grammar, vandalism…

god, multiple owners.

a typewriter
touched by father
at night.

the electric chair my brother imagined
& the hair
my sister…

adam (who’s never known the age of eve

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[confession musics]

I planted a gun on myself in a dream. also

dad
I was faking
sleep

sometimes death

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