8 poems of mine at Underfoot Poetry- huge thanks to the kindly awake Tim Miller and Daniel Paul Marshall…
https://underfootpoetry.wordpress.com/2018/05/31/barton-smock-7-poems/
a shadow
a ghost
lost
to drugs, hey
you wanna
later
touch
the blood
with bug spray, if
say our stomachs
have the same
mother
I am tired of being curious. what I mean is my son is cheering for a photograph. what I don’t mean is you can’t drown a ventriloquist. here is what I remember: his body bouncing around inside the ambulance as if the ambulance wasn’t there. what I don’t
is that first, that invisible, pill.
those first animals
were angels
who’d either
slept
in their clothes
or caught
god
eating
/ has memory
always
denied
being young, do I look
shape
like death
is an idea
shape is waiting
to have…
how angelic
the nervousness
of insects
offering acne
to god
/ to glacier, crow is not
yet a thing
after staring all day at a birthmark, father asks can he wear my glasses. done growing, sister breaks her nose. shadows mother from birdbeak to mudmask.
inside
an apple
by the light
of a tooth
where nothing
has belonged
to god
8 poems of mine at Underfoot Poetry- huge thanks to the kindly awake Tim Miller and Daniel Paul Marshall…
https://underfootpoetry.wordpress.com/2018/05/31/barton-smock-7-poems/
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