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two Machines
A Poem by
barton smock
SECOND MACHINEI watch movies naked and lightning tattoos god into becoming an addict. ~~~~~BELONGING MACHINEGodup latewith silentbabies
communions, communions
A Poem by
barton smock
A ghost sets itself on fire with a cigarette once lit to mark the end of emptiness. No one cares about my body. Touch still doesn’t know that sk..
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 los..
COMMUNIONS
A Poem by
barton smock
I can count on my teeth the number of your teeth gone soft in the knees of boys. There’s nothing you could’ve done to make me beautiful...
APARTURES
A Poem by
barton smock
Two birds with one deer. Touch is touch teaching touch the backstroke. The nude think snow can die.
COMMUNIONS
A Poem by
barton smock
We had three good dogs. Three of my brothers shared a dress. Neighbors shook televisions to hear the ocean. Bones faked brokenness. It’s not h..
kneeling in the ghost hospital emptiness machine
A Poem by
barton smock
no surgeriesa performativegodfullyaloneseedless angelsa lot of touching
HARKENING
A Poem by
barton smock
I never have enough teeth in my mouth to love my brothers equally. They each have a tick full of blood to throw at a beehive. We form a band to hide o..
responsoria
A Poem by
barton smock
I swim and the body means nothing.Nakedness. Hungry at its own feast.I should’ve touchedmore animals.There are no bombsif the dead give birth.
responsoria
A Poem by
barton smock
The last beastI wishwe knewthe orderThere’s a crowcrying shapeunder my fingernailthat looksif you look at itlike a mapAngels make little daresbe..
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