trances for scarecrowA Poem by barton smockI smoke a joint. Lean on a horse. See a ghost see my brother. Death regrets thinking on death. Some lose babies to weather to avoid violence. Our baby talk mutes field recordings of creatures taming god. In a bored country ambulance, a shoemaker guesses your OnlyFans password. Cracks an egg on the knee of an angel. © 2024 barton smock |
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Added on October 9, 2024 Last Updated on October 9, 2024 Authorbarton smockColumbus, OHAboutam the author of the chapbook {infant*cinema - Dink Press 2016} and the full length {Ghost Arson - Kung Fu Treachery Press 2018}. editor of isacoustic.com more..Writing
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