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May 12, 2017 / barton smock

{*wins}

reblogging as Lulu is again offering 15% off all print books with coupon code of LULU15

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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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also, Lulu is offering 15% off all print books today with coupon code of LULU15

mine, here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

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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

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May 11, 2017 / barton smock

{pusher*}

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

May 11, 2017 / barton smock

boy in darkness

blood is a movie and none of it

yours

May 11, 2017 / barton smock

the book of boy

/ be the buzzard a shadow stuck in a trash bag

/ be the knees full of milk

May 11, 2017 / barton smock

animal masks on the floor of the ocean

mouse, teacup of the missing stork-

owl, lamb of night-

this was god. he was sad and everyone noticed.

May 10, 2017 / barton smock

the mud on god’s cheek

at birth we are given a ladder we can’t see.

our feet

bare

May 10, 2017 / barton smock

sympathizer

the many plain
sons
of god
their parking

tickets

May 10, 2017 / barton smock

declination

in forgetting how many to save, god wants to know

are you still
seeing

things…

I remember the animal, the appropriate

mask…

once held, is the baby
less
wild

is the room
in the room

May 9, 2017 / barton smock

vespers

them raccoons out there is tarrying*

up

yr bible

–

*tearin

–

border: my eyes can’t stop what the back of my head is eating

mirror: a godless hyphenate

–

my man is a body whose moon is vacant

–

they is out there to flood

sightseers

with basilisk

porn

–

in the valley of my choking
the fingers of my father
are going
dog’s-collar
purple

–

out-the-way churches. and acne

May 9, 2017 / barton smock

holding the baby

a deleted voicemail of a boy asking his mom how to prepare a past meal. my handwriting an insect I want the best for. dream and the moth it won’t finish.