still.
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I am, in the dark of an unwashed submarine, kissing his head
like it had
a message.
the body of jesus
pulled from the sea
the last robot to name its baby.
two smokers
back-to-back
in the high
corn.
the spoonfeeder’s ferris wheel.
litterbug’s
shadow.
no god. no wind.
sick son’s kite.
the pea
asleep…
i.
upstairs
the last
to go
ii.
iii.
door
is so
forgetful
of everything
his writing
destroyed
as soon as there is food, it is eaten. the amount of food doesn’t matter. mom knows this. her sons like light.
mom in a new place. remarried. the dark too long in choosing a shadow. no one in a nearby church thinking about her boys. food everywhere. food nowhere.
absence irreplaceable.
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I currently have two privately self-published chapbooks available for free~ {BASILISK} and {the accepted field} ~
both can be requested here or at bartonsmock@yahoo.com
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from [annihilatives]:
(i)
as drawn, the boy’s
alien and cow
evoke rescue
dream: a toothless sheepdog is spooning roadkill in a wax museum dedicated to famine
go on, birth
take silence
from a baby
(iii)
you drive a clown car into a crowd
it is how you mourn
the accidental burning
of a doll’s
body-sock
and this I understand
as a city
kind of thing
as a way to eat
darkness
among friends
darkness
from a stomach
a way to lose
blood’s password
yourself
in bread
kingsoftrain 