~
reanimation
it is nothing
compared
to the sobbing
of worms
~
outhouse
the bathtub is full of piss
it wants to be
an egg
~
frogsong
depression
decorates
a bird
~
miracle
a bunk-bed for sister’s hair
BURNINGS
~
church
entering the body after a stroke
~
milk
my shadow made of grass
~
cow
dumbly regarding another’s art
~
radio
grandpa cursing outside
then inside
the barn
~
crow
we don’t use the crow
~
owl
pillow for which the night has long been looking
~
yawn
moaning
into mother
my father’s
swimmer’s
ear
~
high-dive
or a very private room
~
sex
two
as if they fear
a third
~
suicide
might I record
this moment?
~
divination
found alone in a wet dream masturbating
~
angels
mystique
that surrounds
a small town
search party
~
blood
hand job from the reader of my palm
~
drone
I don’t believe
in being
attacked
~
chthonic
a prayer asking god to brush your teeth
the boy
there shoving
rocks
up his nose
ask him
how many pills
his father
took
at gunpoint
zero
pills
zero
the number
of clowns
the boy
has seen
give birth, one
god
to a thing
refused
medicine
[mother on earth]
how horrible it must be for god to know he can read.
we’ll take them all,
these animals of disabled children.
~
[lookers]
to slow the scarring of god, the man spits into a can plucked from the river that washed his hair.
to hasten
the woman
shaves
her mirror’s
head.
~
[younger]
the words have left me. as for shaken baby
syndrome, you gave
that shit
to yourself.
wild goose, reappear
is what I would say
to the wild goose.
the last copy of mama’s
sacerdotal
memoir
the copy
that makes
sense.
~
[take]
tonight, I stole two beers from my brother
two gods
whose vexations
share
a city
I am still not sure
what I’ve requested
asylum
or sanctuary
I don’t pray
I read a book to see a man do nothing
to see a man do nothing to a woman
I volunteer
for sleep
studies
and read
this back
to the lord
~
[self-harm]
not one thing
has the devil
made a satellite
do
~
[believer]
sadness
has only
the followers
it takes
from melancholy. a dog
a dot
of a dog
see it
master
the secret
farm.
~
[I have]
a disabled
child
and the chance
to destroy
my body
:
publications, Barton Smock: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/acolyteroad
our forgetful
makers
hunting
elsewhere
no longer
a god
the male
finds mother
hard
to worship
–
I am
what I imagine
eaten
–
who the eyes
undress
in Eden
playing dead
for my shadow
this
could last
longer
than that
choking
fit, goddamn
bone
my estranged
ghost
imagined
birth, or god’s
way
of erasing
our memory…
this
more than you
will hurt
my neighbor’s
doll
some recent:
[fathers]
to see a stone
as ruin’s
pursuit
of aftermath
one must share
this dream
of arriving
on earth
to pray
~
[numen]
purgatory
the map lover’s
heaven
–
tea time
and your doll
has no
belly button
–
is your blood clot
still
a cloud
~
[aliform]
it is not my job
anymore
to keep
the television
quiet, give
bunny ears
to someone
bleeding
–
take your time, snake, this egg
will return
your belly
~
[capsuling]
mark my words, wrist
–
with god
as my impression
mark
insomnia
–
the mood was very bloody, the mother invented
sex
to scare
the kids, the mother
drank
cologne
–
I keep having the same baby
it comes
with a dream
~
[catastrophe]
I am differently
afraid
of each
cigarette
–
thematically, father hopes
to operate
on a clown
–
compared
to his
my hunger
is having
a flashback
–
wheelchair, oh
to its dog
door
bliss
~
books here:
~for cousin~
I injure
on my own
my right
hand
to give
the left
I was born
with
a break
/ wonder
whose hands
does father
have
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