there’s a comb
in my narrative, a goldfish
coming to
in a beheaded
angel
some recent:
[tree of nothing’s apple]
I know a woman whose shadow will never be the same.
–
we are eating from a bowl that wants to go home.
~
[cat number eight enters the dream]
how many fingers, fork
will hunger
lose
–
I am the trap
god sets
for my kids
~
[our dog is growling at a hotel pillow]
god remembers
a giant
that to us
was plain
~
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the barber and the cyclops
in the nosebleeds
I lost three days of my life. four
less
than my father.
I am sad when two people kiss.
I appear to animal
sounds
that my brother
makes. sister
tells me
with a look
that giving
birth
is the same
as naming
your source.
mom likes the way I say
hypochondriac
after every
meal.
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I have privately published a book titled {in this life another is you} which is a gathering of 50+ unpublished / unavailable / non-displayed poems of mine.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
kingsoftrain 