angel of the old well
speaks to god
in rabbit, I wish
jack-in-the-box
your films
were longer
thinking for shadow
(all my homes were entered at night)
and then for the crow
hit by the crow
our baseball
had he not been all those years
writing a review
for the last book
in the world
my father
would’ve been
a poet
there are only so many crows
one can see
outside a laundromat
for the drowned, scarless hawks
so maternally nudged
into the travelogue
of my staying
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also, I have private publications that are available via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com) or https://www.paypal.me/BartonSmock, as such:
chapbook, [BASILISK], 64 pages $5.00
(Feb 2017)
chapbook, [the accepted field], 84 pages $5.00
(May 2017)
chapbook, [in this life another is you], 64 pages $3.00
(Oct 2017)
full length, [so sang], 210 pages $8.00
(Oct 2017)
suicide took the person she was named during.
I am old, here. a klutz abstaining from revelation.
bald as any
lover
of maps.
daughter has a language keeps her quiet.
penny
is a pillow
for my father’s
blood.
lamb- every other
I am the light at the end of blood
or blood is my favorite dress
I was a fish. it wasn’t enough.
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we’re the founders
of absence. off the clock
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like newborns
before you know it, you’ll create time.
let now
give me hope
for the past
