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August 5, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 119

Not until there is a city 120 will you have the dream that gives death its memory back. I wouldn't describe it as easy. We sent the wrong hand to study your hand. We had a grandfather walk in place before we knew he had a dog and all we could do with his wife was watch. Rain wrote a spaceless poem. If it was like taking a toy phone from an angel, we never heard.

August 3, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 118

God comes to me in a god. 
Sleep is a footstep worshiped 
by a mother's ear. 

The baby is asking for more time. 

I don't know what to add. 
Poor mom. It's not a trick.
July 30, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 115

Ballet or the lost
mind
of a snowstorm

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city 116

Oh how gone it is the ghostjoy of lighting a mother's cigarette in a dream that gets my mouth wrong

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city 117

Death maybe saw Jesus as a way out of watching God kill


July 26, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 114

A single tail left in an infant's belly

Ohio loses
every job

July 25, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 113

After the collapse of our competing factories of sleep, we don't, as written, switch bodies. Surprisingly, it doesn't take long to eat a god. I want to tell you I am here

Untouched, in the capital of soon 







July 24, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 112

Two small boys forget to jump out of a cake. Some stories just say city. Not anymore, but this movie was once very good at being about god's future. 

July 22, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 108 now and the future of 109

Your form-obsessed form curated by a dieting emptiness and the bloodless image of a stickman using my head as a pillow

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city 110

Ask any widow 

about the letter
n

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city 111

In the farness of this room is there a pair of handcuffs hiding from a wheelchair





 
July 19, 2021 / barton smock

/ interview at Fevers of the Mind

Always cool when people ask.

Thanks to David O'Nan at Fevers of the Mind for letting me say some things HERE



July 18, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 107

I think there's another way into the city. For example, when you lost your broken hand and had to use the movie camera of our fog-eating infant. Parents of the sick get no sleep. I died designing a bathtub for god. It's not true but it keeps people from leaving.

July 16, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 105

Erased sex tapes
and moon
landings
Is Ohio 
even in 
Ohio

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city 106

In Ohio I was the only hole my mouth had