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November 17, 2016 / barton smock

{prefix}

recent, self published, available:

{hick lore rabbit hole}
poems, October 2016
http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/hick-lore-rabbit-hole/paperback/product-22914385.html

{depictions of reentry}
poems, August 2016
http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/depictions-of-reentry/paperback/product-22812020.html

poems, from:

{hick lore rabbit hole}

~coeval~

her child
cracks
in a lifeboat
egg
after egg, her memory

has
that dream
to which
the hangman
gave
his word

~

~the love~

carrying bread
to thirst
in the small home
of my drugged
companion, swearing

on the length
of ah

that scarecrow
not skeleton
be anatomy’s

mistress

~

{depictions of reentry}

~theatrics~

play, image, your joke on heaven.

infancy, you destroyer
of nuance

use
the whole
animal.

~

~zenith~

part
sign-language

the centaur
attends
the mermaid’s

crucifixion…

some of my hair

was cut
for being
blind

some of it
became

a scarecrow’s
purse

~

~loneliness~

the only
animal
recognized
by the magician’s
one-trick
pony

/ touch
giving itself
a childhood

/ an alien’s
crucifix

~

note: do have some copies available for free with request made to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

also, thanks to Forage Poetry Journal for nominating the below for a Pushcart:

https://foragepoetry.com/2016/07/02/three-poems-by-barton-smock/

November 17, 2016 / barton smock

spacecraft

we stole eggs

more
than we needed

if caught
our mom
was a widow
and brother

would name
our church

November 17, 2016 / barton smock

disclosures for melancholy

I don’t know who it was
told my brothers
to stop
drawing
rabbits
to look
like ruined
footprints

/ I was washing my hands
when your water
broke

November 17, 2016 / barton smock

radio

sing they

god
can I get
your suitcase

November 17, 2016 / barton smock

prime

memory
to the mailman
with a bad
back

is a crow

carried drugs
for stone

November 15, 2016 / barton smock

{grace echo}

some recent poems:

[bring star]

for the noise
the angel
makes
at the sight
of blood
the toothless
take
a knee

~

[bring spoon]

dream won’t have me

kid says
they eat
hypnosis
the extras

of silent
film

~

[bring roach]

how long might satellites mourn? sickness took the lord. a scarecrow the pulse of a cricket.

not every image was worth the effort.

~

[bring meat]

in becoming less alone, the beasts have begun to care what I do with my body. this thing I save

it crawls on water.

~

also:

[hick lore rabbit hole], poems, barton smock, self-published / here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/hick-lore-rabbit-hole/paperback/product-22914385.html

* book preview on site is book entire

***** I can currently send a few hard copies for free to those making request to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

November 15, 2016 / barton smock

flocks

blank yard signs

radios

of the independently
poor

their babies
slow
in getting

up

doll, prayer mat, microwave

/ more time

November 15, 2016 / barton smock

their language

clown fog, road head, gas mask

I can work
with anyone

two boats
per animal, horror

is dead
but had

a farm

November 10, 2016 / barton smock

~bookmark (for children, for self)

what a strange bet. strange risk. paying a higher insurance premium has never made me feel unsafe. not being able to get a job has never made me feel unsafe. are there things I need to work on…yeah. I’ve never acted as if my body was done with me. but, this pretending you’ve been programmed to forget yourself as the inventor…just, no. if the darkest does not come to pass, no one gets to say I told you so. possibility, once born, is forever.

November 10, 2016 / barton smock

{hick and lore and rabbit}

15% off all print books today with coupon code of READSAVE15

my most recent self-published collection [hick lore rabbit hole], is here:
http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/hick-lore-rabbit-hole/paperback/product-22914385.html

*book preview on site is book entire

**currently, I am able to provide some hard copies for free to those who contact me first at bartonsmock@yahoo.com, or on facebook, or on tumblr

here are some recent poems, not found in the collection:

[snakeskin]

by the time god gives you a daughter
he’s already met
the one person
in the crowd
he can make
disappear.

older now, sadder

I admire
love.

~

[waters]

we wrestle sometimes in the junkyard over who gets to guard the lullaby machine. we share an image of our father making a throwing motion while above a necksick dog. of our mother dropkicking a pumpkin to egg on the nothing y’all can come and get. we aren’t close but chew together loudly and lip-synch the hymns we know. spiders forget the sea.

~

[ladders]

we’re not allowed to be in the house past a certain time. we read in tongues from the book of that’s how babies disappear. we hide the insomniac’s handsoap. our fathers do impressions. our mothers the bulk of the digging. we waste little. blood, paint. from our dream supply.