city 141 The angel of eye-level loses a crucifix. Attraction has no children. A pear is remembered in half. Music knows only the locksmith's lullaby of deep looking. I love about this place the abandoned weather.
city 140 One counts underwater to a certain number Colors forget blue
Self-publication announcement. Available next week. Earliest shipping date will be Saturday 9/25. [ untouched in the capital of soon ] poems, Barton Smock, 2021 187 pages Pay what you want. can be purchased via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or Venmo: @Barton-Smock-1 or CashApp: $BartonSmock Let me know in the notes of your order if you have a cover preference. Cover A, art by Noah Smock
Cover B, art by Aidan Smock
Available within a week or two, approx 175 pages, first cover of three to five, possibly. Cover art by my son Noah Smock. Rabbits, death, god, time...I think he might understand some things.
And, cover number 2, by son Aidan Smock. He knows me well, as well. All the rabbit loneliness I can take.
city 139 After a star it's wrong to name a rabbit The mouth to hide from god invents the kiss
city 138 There are days nothing happens to Adam and there are days nothing happens to Eve. It doesn't take long to lose interest in the last thing known to have used god as bait. Touch is the bird of nowhere. The outside can't survive outside.
city 137 Spotless you in the dream you'll use to shorten your later dreams. Loneliness as it describes each thing in one word. Child whose skin is never older than its first food memory. No tools in the angel's cave.
city 136 a bitemark goes from one sea-thing to another someone hates your body & a toothache makes one limp
city 135 Of a ghost that can dream I can only dream. Eyesight was god's weakest bone.
city 133 I am less than a mile old when I have all the time in the world to miss nothing * city 134 Is mom movie rain or real real snow
