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November 4, 2016 / barton smock

in no language

does echo
have a word
for dream

November 4, 2016 / barton smock

agonal

the wolf in stork’s nightmare
speaks dolphin

what do I miss

my blood
your collection
of pea-sized

pillows

November 3, 2016 / barton smock

sad how

before the feast
there is one
erasing
the doll’s
eyebrows

November 3, 2016 / barton smock

{low energies}

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poems, from:

[upheaval]

a mongrel circles the stump of a tree. a spider from the angel’s dream goes on to spin a caterpillar. mom slips in and out of pregnancy. it’s my first time hearing a groundhog hate itself. you won’t crawl to anyone you haven’t seen swim.

~

[macro]

brother Abel
the original
dogsitter.

metal plate
the mirror’s
pearl.

the treehouse and the crucifixion.

sister.

sister she’d overeat

and draw
all night
the adventures
of the subway
driving
egg.

~

[jetsam]

a bird watches my brother eat a parrot

my new diet requires me to have
the same
dream

language is a broom

between the legs of a showered orphan
is a sponge

from the story of her stomach’s exile

~

[threes]

an orange cat
touches
the earth, this

my dad’s
dream…

and this, the nail’s:

a palm print
on the hoarder’s
window

November 3, 2016 / barton smock

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.

November 2, 2016 / barton smock

bring mouse

for the stomach
served
as is
to the ghost
of god

the under
born
fight tooth
and kneecap
in the same
spiritual
darkness
took mouth

mine
for a dead

ear

October 31, 2016 / barton smock

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.

October 29, 2016 / barton smock

bring spoon

dream won’t have me

kid says
they eat
hypnosis
the extras

of silent
film

October 29, 2016 / barton smock

bring star

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

October 28, 2016 / barton smock

figuration

i.

a lifejacket that small

my answer
is no

ii.

no
has one

eye

iii.

god is coming to touch your foot