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June 27, 2016 / barton smock

loneliness

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

/ touch
giving itself
a childhood

/ an alien’s
crucifix

June 27, 2016 / barton smock

homage

like some verbally abused parrot

the crow
the phone’s
god

June 26, 2016 / barton smock

depictions of reentry (x)

the unlit candle

desertion’s birthday

the voice
is not god’s
that experiments
on children

but ask
away

the dog we buried
is sometimes
on fire

watched
we think
by our sister’s
cooking

June 25, 2016 / barton smock

depictions of reentry (ix)

before I got sick
there was a sound
my mother
could make
and a bird
perched
on the arm
of a snowman…

angels, yeah

some
grab their ears
when trapped

June 25, 2016 / barton smock

depictions of reentry (viii)

we laugh about them now

scarecrows
the stepchildren
of apocalypse…

pregnancy as suicide prevention.

be wowed
by stuff
on earth.

June 24, 2016 / barton smock

{ago, moons}

30% off all print books on Lulu today with coupon code of LULU30

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MOON tattoo, recent full length collection:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/moon-tattoo/paperback/product-22634440.html

a reading of MOON tattoo:

a review of MOON tattoo:

http://krystalsierra.blogspot.com/2016/05/between-language-and-narrative.html?m=1

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a poem from MOON tattoo:

(-)

I am waiting to have the one dream
belongs
to my ghost

in heaven
the story
of my emptiness
has only
a middle

what I teach my dying son
is be good
to god
now

here are a few words
on context
and here
its haunted
postage

the past
is lonely
if someone
arrives

between birth and death

the gospel
of aftertaste

grief
has its own
cat

grief
has its own
cat

June 24, 2016 / barton smock

scare

I know it is nothing

or a relative
of nothing

what mice
make
of a mouse
possessed

/ my distance from the unborn widens

June 24, 2016 / barton smock

the cross

the haunted clock
in tornado’s
house

the weightlifter’s flower

the rabbit’s
bliss

June 23, 2016 / barton smock

depictions of reentry (vii)

/ the hands and the crushed mind they crawl from

/ god of the briefly ugly

/ the homeless child of nostalgia’s native

/ graveyard
our game
of telephone

June 23, 2016 / barton smock

{worn}

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my newest thing is called ‘four’- it is not a whole creature but a combination of my last four publications. clever title. I am sorry it’s 12.00- I am always sorry. it’s here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/four/paperback/product-22756947.html

I don’t know why it’s called a spotlight, but there are others, here:

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad

and, some poems, from:

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(—)

a palm reader
with mouths
to feed
does
my mother’s
nails. I overhear

I love
babies
but god
they live
so long.

my brothers will tell you
I avoid

capitalization

eating
in front of others

threesomes

who was it
asked

from whose memory were you erased?

~

[warm body]

her nightmare
from the era
of hibernation
revolves around
a baseball
made
by her husband
from the cobwebs
found
soaking
in the mouths
of babes

(mouths)

dry
from dreaming
of the sponge
bathed
by god
in the egg
of a spotless
crow

~

[fathers]

to see a stone
as ruin’s
pursuit
of aftermath

one must share
this dream

of arriving
on earth

to pray

~

[prose]

god was created to remember everything. so says the rock to the tooth starting small.

there is a gallery of unfinished work and a space for the baby to crawl through.

her feet stick out of the mirror she’s been using to give birth.

lost: frostbite. lost: space suit.

will work
for feeding
tube.

holy asthma
holy

crossbones

old hat
this human
head.

~

[black sites]

we indeed
are deaf
from going
nude

the floor is writing on the earth

it is better
than having
roaches

childbirth
comes to
in a bat
dying
in a pillowcase
for what
the weeping
flightplan
of a drunk
stork…

what tree cannot reach
mother scratches
with a broom

~

[cries]

we are
each one of us
the smallest
person
on earth

one is never too old
for god, never

too old
to surveil
the deaf

/ I know from your palm
what your hand
will drop, mother

cooks only
meat, father

is every
nightmare
she has
of her exodus

from apologue

/ having populated

the myth
of orgasm

the baby is empty

~

also, in the non self-published realm of credence, Dink Press published in April 2016 my chapbook [infant*cinema], which is here:

http://www.dinkpress.com/store/infant-cinema-by-barton-smock