I don't want to be from the future anymore. I'm not ready.
ghostalgia iv A pup expires with a yip in a ransacked store. You say we are behind the snowy tv screen we made into a blanket for a dying robot. You can have me from the waist up. In Ohio I am not a girl chewing the corner of a baseball card but I am her brother researching the toy exile of lightning storms. Our domestic inquiries include the sex of the first person in hell, the number of animals giving birth in the field that burned emptiness, and if Adam was Eve's great lie. The more I think of time travel, the more it can do.
I keep seeing the same beautiful things
rocks have the softest shadows, 237 pages poems, Dec 2020 untouched in the capital of soon, 187 pages poems, Sept 2021 PAY WHAT YOU WANT can be purchased via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or Venmo: @Barton-Smock-1 or CashApp: $BartonSmock ////// FROM [ rocks have the softest shadows ] ~diets of the resurrected~ Ohio prolonged: My drug use writes to a jellyfish ~ There are certain rooms I walk out of to make my son heavier. Certain campfires disguised as nests. God is here but has forgotten sending Death to fetch the infant brainwashed by sleep. Death is here but location lasts forever. ~ Ohio cut short: I am gathering the eggs and giving each one a name as if each is a body part favorited by those angels of the geographically vacant and then my mom calls to me and then accidentally to my brother and her voice it never…
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In the doll's only dream, the child cuts god underwater - I wasn't ugly but you didn't see me - Return gives its hair to absence An elevator is lost by an angel
After all, I did not tell you that my son's body is a cloud, his pain the duster of his bones, his loneliness that of a parent with children
That's where I'm dying and that's where I'm not
I don't know how to tell you that god comes back for everything but the mouth or that sleep was the last breathing machine to break our first. Meaning loses word. Buzz rootless in the child's bee.
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The sleepy fictions of any longing My distance keeping yours The scar in spoon's dream
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