sorrow the mudwrestler of my drought
whose tooth fairy
does
impressions
can we erase
what silence
films
a dog
a smaller
prison
we worship
not god
but the expression
on his face
as he recalls
being washed
in his mother’s
kitchen sink
I want
in the cookie-cutter’s
dream
to find out
I’m pregnant
/ what do you feed
absence
/ in most kitchens, the microwave
is above
the oven
/ tornado
it does not
put
a bedpan
in a projection
booth
/ before it is born, the mouth of the hole is open
I bring with me
to put
on the moon
my webbed
foot /
father for soap has been known to use a magnifying glass
brother he bend a tooth
in the temple
of the spoon
sister she is fixing a screen door
when her child’s fish
moves
its bruise
NOTE:
I have a privately self-published chapbook {BASILISK} that I am making available for free from now through the end of March by request only. if interested, one can provide me with a physical mailing address via message here or to bartonsmock@yahoo.com
as my brothers tie me to the world, the mailing of the chapbook will also include a short work by one NC Smock, one of said brothers. it is here:
OR, I have in hand 10 copies of the same chapbook, signed, as well as 4 copies of my Dink Press chapbook [infant*cinema], signed, that can also be requested in the above manner.
infant*cinema:
http://dinkpress.bigcartel.com/product/infant-cinema-by-barton-smock
review for infant*cinema:
https://foragepoetry.com/2016/12/02/review-of-infantcinema-by-barton-smock-emma-hall/
a cricket turns into a frog
the worm it works
for peephole
oh sound, attracted to nothing
what on a raft am I rubbing
whose suicide
is this, whose bloodbath
footwear
drivers of the haunted tank
on his belly to piss on his tail, man dreams of getting laid in the birthplace of tunnel vision
/ my son he keeps showing me how to find the same animal
died of different
things
in laundromat
my stomach
moves
my bed
my blood wears a blue sock
and a fly goes down on melancholy’s crossword
my sister is here to have gum in her hair
and hair
in her mouth
tooth is the ghost beak is not
mom makes us wear most of it home
the animal’s first time as something else
i.
swimmer was a cornfield baby
ii.
fox clock, always
noon
in the egg thrower’s
aquarium
iii.
playing tag
no blood
allowed
iv.
her bones
disappear
when pups
nurse
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