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July 31, 2015 / barton smock

(eating the animal back to life, poems, 316 pages)

in the same news, I have a new, self-published, full-length collection:

eating the animal back to life’ (July 2015, 316 pages)

book preview on site is book entire.

it is available, here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/eating-the-animal-back-to-life/paperback/product-22277755.html

I have a few hard copies I’m willing to send to anyone interested in writing a review- if interested, contact me at bartonsmock@yahoo.com

in different news, I have retired the following collections: Alien’s heaven, Choice Echo, Plea, We Stole Not The Same Bread, town crier, Stork Blood, Abandonesque, and think hard on nothing on a farm machine…so, burn’em if you’ve got’em.

July 30, 2015 / barton smock

from self-published collection / Misreckon / Dec 2014

from self-published collection Misreckon (Dec 2014)

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/misreckon/paperback/product-21954246.html

-finds-

electric chair
for a discontinued
mermaid.

heaven, as captured
in the near
death
experience

of your
decoy.

by a grief counselor
turned
author

pop-up
books
on penile
implants. a pair of gloves

for god’s
hand.

ultrasound
of a hermit’s
mother.

Nagasaki.

-the clock-

the woman wore goggles and held a fork.

I was pushed
up a hill
in a stroller
by a lover
of snow.

in her books of bookish loss
her knees

are a nightmare
had
by the fork.

her man
shovels
his madhouse
meal.

-banshee-

the baby’s appetite for its birth is jaw-dropping. in store for god, we have nothing in the house.

-advanced-

she drinks to the image I have of myself as a naked man on roller skates who continues to have the fistfight he’s late for. she drinks to toast the pain she says she stole from a pregnant unicorn during a longer than usual drought of immersion. people keep us together because they are bored. when sober, she returns to them the delirious boy who on his bedsore back carried a pair of skis throughout the only entire summer of his youth. from her father’s memory she eats for the both of us without touching her food because her mother was the bulimic god could taste.

-losses-

when brushing them, she asks god
for help
her teeth
are puking.

later, when caught
smoking,
she says
she can’t
keep
from wanting
the cigarettes
to be
shy.

because of who she isn’t
I’ve had to baptize
many
dolls.

-system-

as spotless as the dog left it, the baby’s room has come to mean today. above a different dog, people ask us what we’re having. we do our jigsaw of darkness. clone the ape that created god’s boredom.

-dosage-

due to
a propensity
in each
to apply
face paint
while disoriented

my father
routinely
changes barbers.

because I believe
in the apocalypse
I swallow cologne
to silence
my blood.

it should be harder
to be happy.

I give you my sister

who has tried to flush
her prosthetic
nose.

July 25, 2015 / barton smock

the door to the museum’s gift shop

I was alone
with the baby
when the baby
said god

July 23, 2015 / barton smock

an angel of a man wearing only a bra

in awe
of my father
being
in awe
is habit

forming. I want

invisible
beast
my fingernails

back

July 23, 2015 / barton smock

tailpiece

for the error
of the foot
the feet
are punished.

the ears
call
but nothing
answers.

one hand
is a hand, the other

the hand’s
map.

July 22, 2015 / barton smock

cruces

the second machine
though equally
godless

deepens

our understanding
of the first. mother

under

the dinner table
that doubled
as the operating.

July 7, 2015 / barton smock

themes for patience

I am half
the survivor
I ate for.

I took my son to a bowling alley and gave him an egg.

my daughter’s sense of touch
was so delayed
she lost sleep
thinking

of all the things that had turned into her hands.

communion was god’s plan to leave heaven.

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