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April 7, 2017 / barton smock

anklebiters

what in the history of blood
has blood
discovered

mom is hanging laundry from the future

regret is still looking
for a god

I learn cocoon
and boyishly
cross my legs

the lightning
when you saw it
was it clean

April 6, 2017 / barton smock

physique

pain a shadow’s bed-hopping rain puddle

idea
a boy
in a homesick
elevator

April 6, 2017 / barton smock

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April 6, 2017 / barton smock

peal

the sculptor’s son dreams of acne

a sister so light
so moved
by shadows…

mom a statue
good
with faces

April 6, 2017 / barton smock

vacuum

lose them all, dogface

teeth were pills
god couldn’t
swallow

April 5, 2017 / barton smock

later fights

our lost
way
of thinking

forgave
different
films

April 5, 2017 / barton smock

tin

give childhood
some time

let vengeance

travel

/ say it wrong

my name

while whale

watching

April 5, 2017 / barton smock

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some recent poems:

[boy and breath]

as a stick figure on a forgotten gurney dreams of one day washing a flower or of drying a wet bird, I run the bath to put the tub to sleep then use my body to bury the water.

[somebody kiss]

place a wet diaper on a skateboard and send the skateboard across a non-busy street. we call this summer. the older kids arrange on a stretcher the pieces of a woman’s bathing suit. the older kids come for the skateboard. our tortured turtle is bad with names. the tractor has yet to reach the deer. this is also summer. the orphan keeps two diaries.

April 5, 2017 / barton smock

two koans

deader
than his animals
that could speak
to language?

April 4, 2017 / barton smock

roof love

alien
to me

were the ashtrays

failed boats
of teeth

for my angry
quiet
brother