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July 15, 2022 / barton smock

I pretend that my teeth are the teeth of those who’ve seen my teeth

only god would fake sleep in an empty house
July 15, 2022 / barton smock

etc, blood & capital

from BLOOD TO BATHE US IN ITS BLUE PAST
/

country 5

A bunch of insomniacs are making short films about nosebleeds. To them I am sometimes a sound effect. Handstand or handsand, I am too young to be watched. I don't have wrists and I can't take the bath your body took. Kiss loss. Kiss loss where
.

country 7

Two mirrors praying over the glass in our food. Death continuing to believe I know where god is. The pill that remembers your one thought. The choir of alas

.

A BALLOON IN THE CHURCH OF TOUCH

she reaches into the same hat for the rabbit he’s made disappear.

I sleep and the dark takes me for the bone

lightning
straightens.

by death I mean nothing was beautiful for a very long time.
that, and when did you know.
.

from UNTOUCHED IN THE CAPITAL OF SOON
/

city 31

Click
while naked
On this

link

That later
the forgetting
is small

.

city 32

sleep cries itself to death
I wrote

a poem
similar
to the poem 
below

You love
another

.

NOSTALGIA, BRUTALLY

a trapdoor meant for a circle, a body

from a puzzled
lake, god

falling ill
in a dream, back

to back

cures
for skin
.

(all books are pay what you want)

untouched in the capital of soon, 187 pages
poems, Sept 2021
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blood to bathe us in its blue past, 217 pages
poems new and selected, May 2022
can be purchased via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com)
or Venmo: @Barton-Smock-2
or CashApp: $BartonSmock

sometimes I remember to like being asked




July 13, 2022 / barton smock

waysides

Near an Ohio church for those who crawl early, an angel unable to think about death leaves its pain for a ghost. A ghost is a map, but not everyone knows. How close are we? I remember we could laugh in two places at once. Movie theater. Rest stop. At your father who wrote that his children would be in so much paint. I spell when you spell. When nothing’s there.
July 13, 2022 / barton smock

waysides

Brother peeling a hidden orange.

A smoke ring where once
our mouse
played dead.

Hearing loss
in a mother's
wrist.
July 12, 2022 / barton smock

walk, no

Silence leaves to quiet another gunshot for its garden. I am here to sleep with you on the the wasp-carried touch that's become god's mind. 

Birth isn't the only way to reach our children.
July 11, 2022 / barton smock

maker,

maker none

it doesn't happen
often
death forgetting 
its empty 
lunchbox
I was this
tall sad
July 8, 2022 / barton smock

maker,

maker last

as if something
inside the church
is loose
we don't know
but we pass
the church
and feel
that somewhere
a shoe is being
thrown
at a bird
the same bird
the shoe 
became
this all happens
outside
the trapped outside
July 7, 2022 / barton smock

maker,

maker last

god in hell
for heaven
to be finished
I want
too to wait
in duplicate
fogs 
with you
your boneless
typist
July 2, 2022 / barton smock

( edits, deletions, very old, WE BROUGHT HOME THE WRONG DYING BABY, a failure, but, 2017

WE BROUGHT HOME THE WRONG DYING BABY

I trade it for a microscope that can see ghosts. I don’t know how old I am but I know what year I want it to be. An eel collapses at the thought of a play being performed in a stone 

and there, at the bottom of grief, a cup of dirt with nothing to bury

~~~

Mother is chewing gum like something fell asleep in my mouth. I pray for things I know will happen. For your stickmen to share a toothache.

~~~

The darkness has many stomachs and we’ve no one to tell my son he’s lonely.

~~~

The mouth is born after eating a blindfold. Name everything.

~~~

Entries from the dictionary owned by the first angel to be bitten by a mosquito:

Valley: 
a girl with a marble who answers to overdose

Pulpit: 
a rooster ghosted by an elevator

Subculture: 
in my years with the poor, I wrote nothing down

Alpenglow: 
the scalp will baby its grief

~~~

The clapping boy from the cult of thunder rolls his wheelchair over a doll in a mask then touches noses with the last rocking horse while putting two words together

like ghost
and exodus

for the second coming of a handcuffed animal

~~~

Picking flowers for my shadow, the boy loves no one. Everything I touch remembers being my hand. The world has ended, or started early. God’s heartbeat. Sound’s watermark.

~~~

overtook no cigarette. surprised no sleep. keyed the car

of a minor
toymaker.

radar is getting possessive.

~~~

Three times she says the word brain to her stomach's blue mirror while scoring sight's wardrobe of rags in earworm's dream

~~~

there’s a comb
in my narrative, a goldfish

coming to
in a beheaded
angel
July 1, 2022 / barton smock

( words on some films, toward, or away ( all my puny sorrows & we’re all going to the world’s fair

Talking itself into and out of the unanswered blue, All My Puny Sorrows guts both the nearby and the distant using the same hunger for recovery as bellied by any lost sister of loss. Alison Pill and Sarah Gadon glow wounded in performances that separately heal, and Mare Winningham keeps detail as something some god has locally misplaced. I was glad for all of its conversations and for its half open way of unburning books, for how Pill baptized the submerged, for how Gadon let others believe they’d invented the headlight, and also for how director Michael McGowan left often the camera alone to become its own silent letter.

...

We’re All Going To The World’s Fair has to it an unworried precision that had me thinking I might have forgotten to shut down, in another life, an electric toothbrush. If any pulse is taken, it’s the pulse of separation and director Jane Schoenbrun is songbook tender and secretly protective enough to hum the art of this film into the disconnected wrists of those whose online has no off. Schoenbrun and lead Anna Cobb make of knowing a current terror and no sky here falls that hasn’t been dropped. Cobb, with deadpan abstraction, gives a performance worth of sleep’s eternal jump-scare and works with the film outside of the film to put an end to vice-versa that we might more blankly keep those who are constantly notified away from those who appear by looking at the vanished.