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September 5, 2017 / barton smock

oases

until I found her cigarettes, my mother was a giant. is there something I can say online that will give me hands? leave an empty laundry basket in a cave that’s crying. rain gives water a church.

September 4, 2017 / barton smock

we brought home the wrong dying baby (xiii)

for the gone and for the nearly, brother has the same stick.

I call belly
what he calls
eye
what answers

to limb

September 3, 2017 / barton smock

civilization

for Brian Dawson

three unicorns
in horse’s
dream
surround
a lame
deer

can dream
be stopped

September 2, 2017 / barton smock

the infant

swimmer’s nostalgia. grain of salt.

the infant
is clumsy
but no one
knows

September 2, 2017 / barton smock

guides

I say
into beer cans
code names
for ear

oh earth
to dog
miss

whole phantoms

September 1, 2017 / barton smock

{untrue}

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publications, recent:

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{the boy who touched all the eggs}, selected & new:
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some readings:

11.4.16

6.27.17

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some poems:

[stars from a glass eye]

its gaze
a eulogy
for distance
the animal
is mostly
pity

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[beheadings]

poverty is nothing more than jesus pouring milk from a soldier’s helmet into the nest of a delirious and elsewhere bird. how long have you had that invisible mirror? I can’t taste blood. fever is my mother’s crown.

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[archetype]

we put your favorite chair in your favorite place to stand. you are still as human as the suppression of appetite. people drift in and out of weird dogs that your brothers call grief and your sister the aliens that remember god.

September 1, 2017 / barton smock

secularesque

death writes to me from an unfinished foster home. other things are also untrue. how subtle. light’s

list
of demands. focus

on crying
in a messy
car
absent
the animal
you’ll worship

last.

August 31, 2017 / barton smock

easing

in no other life
am I you
in this

August 29, 2017 / barton smock

cat number eight enters the dream

how many fingers, fork

will hunger
lose

I am the trap
god sets
for my kids

August 29, 2017 / barton smock

we brought home the wrong dying baby (xii)

overtook no cigarette. surprised no sleep. keyed the car

of a minor
toymaker.

radar is getting possessive.