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June 23, 2017 / barton smock

{nic}

POEMS FROM {surprise for me a crow}:

[birdthings]

/ those who’ve boiled mouthwash in a baby’s bottle

/ my ice-fishing father’s crystal ball

/ the leaf
that prays
for hand

~

[in no language]

does echo
have a word
for dream

~

[cult notes]

to find
in the moments
after
the vision
that yes
you’ve eaten
everything
in sight, that a baby

yours
or not

is asleep
in a somersault, that you worshiped

prayer and fell

for hunger’s
childhood

~

POEMS FROM {name calling}:

[entries for dimension]

at birth
it says
iceberg, and then

crown

I have this story that can put
for you
a banana peel

on the floor
of the delivery room, this other

with a scarecrow
midway through it

looking all
tore up
like it was used

last night
as a fork

~

[entries for surrender]

sorrow the mudwrestler of my drought

whose tooth fairy
does
impressions

can we erase
what silence
films

a dog
a smaller
prison

~

[entries for loss]

can we stop this talk of the baby cut in half and ask why this town has two graveyards. show me a dog showing an angel where to dig. the brothers have all gone underwater to raise money for hand signals and the sisters have taken from a tale of snowfall an orgasm to amnesia’s headstone. the parts of the movie you look at

vanish. it’s my fault there’s a god.

~

POEMS FROM {paw five}:

[transformative melancholies]

frog
in the throat
of a lowing
cow

dad, smoking

two nearby deer
nosing that headlight
into place

poem is dead

~

[father with his stomach missing]

a fishhook left in a dream

a peeping
tom’s
basilisk

~

[farness]

the last robot to name its baby.

two smokers
back-to-back
in the high
corn.

the spoonfeeder’s ferris wheel.

litterbug’s
shadow.

~

[anklebiters]

what in the history of blood
has blood
discovered

mom is hanging laundry from the future

regret is still looking
for a god

I learn cocoon
and boyishly
cross my legs

the lightning
when you saw it
was it clean

~

RECENT POEMS:

[some near thing]

it’s late. my kids laugh in a dirty kitchen. I am in the hallway having just killed a wasp for looking like hunger. the wasp is in my hand. I can’t move. the boy who touched all the eggs.

~

[the poor don’t get amnesia]

snake was made
from the bones
of a circle

~

[toys made in human silence]

the rock thrown by an only child. the wasp the seashell of a mother’s desert. the zookeeper’s raft.

~

[atomy]

the white doghouse. the closed drive-in. the animal we shared to avoid miracle. our empty child

mostly
from books.

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June 22, 2017 / barton smock

thrall

under my bed, I hear my father whistle me indoors. sister she sits in front of a bloodless window and smokes to stir the fingerprints in her feet. do terrible children sleep?

June 21, 2017 / barton smock

microscope

i.

a candle
I light
with my eye
that is cared for
by a mother
who lives
homesick
in the basement
of a hospital

ii.

an infant performing surgery on a dream

June 21, 2017 / barton smock

{over, some}

(through June 22nd…)

kingsoftrain

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~

my most recent self-published thing is titled {the boy who touched all the eggs} and is a collection which includes three previous publications in full as well as some newer poems, and is here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/the-boy-who-touched-all-the-eggs/paperback/product-23225174.html

all my currently active and available self-published works are here:

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~

any requests for a free PDF of any work or of any work in hard copy for review, please send to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

I won’t say anything if you won’t.

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June 20, 2017 / barton smock

diurnal

baby
by the ear
and the door
by its knob

in my bible my birdlike nose

(a small hand wrapped in a scarecrow’s wing)

June 20, 2017 / barton smock

….retroactively not….

in which I softly attempt to bring a journal into the middle of my son’s sickness. entries one thru eight.

0503-2017

one day my son is dying, the next he is not, and the next he is. day four: prayer is dismissive, but welcome. whose past is how we left it? body is delivered twice. beginning and end. nostalgia and wardrobe. middle eats everything. it snowed and I thought my blood was melting. could be the way you reason that happens for a reason. I was a kid when mouse was a kid. there’s no hope and I hope.

0504-2017

his weight a cricket on a piano key

0508-2017

disability as competition, jesus. and then these over here are arguing about the use of the word, disabled. here we will coin transformative indifference. a body is not a teachable moment. as a parent, I think I’ll take the shortcut. meanwhile, I have a glossary of terms you’ll never need that you can read beneath a dog-eared, thumbless god.

0513-2017

sickness in the young is god’s way of preventing nostalgia from becoming the god I remember

0515-2017

there is sickness by repetition and sickness by living once. echo hasn’t the chance to go deaf. you breathe and say god gives out no more than that which I can handle. the next breath is mine. god gave us god.

0602-2017

I was beautiful but now I’m ugly. (now) being the most recognizable symbol of the present. this is the silence I speak of. my son says (more ball) and you hear (moon bone). he is very sick. his moon has bones.

0613-2017

aside: we don’t come out faking our death, but are born because birth can’t sleep

0620-2017

it takes four juveniles to recruit his thumb. his fist has been called: hitchhiker practicing yoga in a junkyard. I cannot visit the instant ruin that forgiveness creates. because I want to.

June 20, 2017 / barton smock

{over, some}

10% off all print books AND free mail shipping, or 50% off ground shipping, at Lulu today with coupon code of BOOKSHIP17

~

my most recent self-published thing is titled {the boy who touched all the eggs} and is a collection which includes three previous publications in full as well as some newer poems, and is here:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/the-boy-who-touched-all-the-eggs/paperback/product-23225174.html

all my currently active and available self-published works are here:

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

~

any requests for a free PDF of any work or of any work in hard copy for review, please send to bartonsmock@yahoo.com

I won’t say anything if you won’t.