trances for scarecrow

trances for scarecrow

A Poem by barton smock

I 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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barton smock
barton smock

Columbus, OH



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am 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..

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