I can only do small things
and
you’ll have to take me at my word.
I have privately published a book titled {in this life another is you} which is a gathering of 50+ unpublished / unavailable / non-displayed poems of mine. I am making it available for 3.00 via paypal (bartsmock@gmail.com). all monies I receive for the book will be sent to a poet friend of mine who was injured while clearing debris for others after Hurricane Irma. books will be shipped on October 13th.
wind’s childhood, nothing’s
gift exchange
the poor
in Ohio
say
Ohio
what time I have
to write
I spend
writing.
the insect
in the room.
infants for the end of tourism.
your mom
salting
the empty
doll.
the fat kid
whose mother
owns
a video store
will
for a dollar
let you touch
his eyeball
he is maybe
the church
of the seizure
I had
in a church
that is gone
much
like blind
invisible
women
I prayed, yes
but in
a dream-
ghost
was a book
with pictures
eating lamb
for his lovely
misheard
boy
alien
that I failed
my boys
are lonely
it changed me none to see my father rubbing a lamp in a time machine. mother, too, ain’t been different
since.
–
mirror miss your clock.
kingsoftrain 