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December 30, 2016 / barton smock


some older:


because in its guts, poetry knew it was born of two miscalculations. creating god was all for nothing. I think I make my parents lonely.


[from the book of waiting]

what is it
in the mother’s

a flashback
is having.


[circles] ~for Kazim Ali

two sons
share a pencil
then trade
ghost plate
for alien


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