Weariness And The World
Spindrifting from immersion, gag,
A twist at boscage, an unslopped sky-line.
Deflect the swim-with-the-stream nightmare,
Grope dark-wolf prowls, 17 years of midnight.
Fortune Telling
A gate swerves, whines.
Wasted sourwood mutates, grander each day.
A racketeer searchlighting desire,
Drags a chain, cowers,
Ruffling the leg
Of a flinching ghost
As you hour-glass your eyes, doze…
Jar-Head
In preparation
I single out the arms-length
Unthreading lip-wisdom slogans.
Propaganda’s a side blow.
Be fit for what won’t be blinked.
Almost ready,
Shaving, overlaying the jacket,
A once-over –
In tallying ways.
Clankingly the penny drops.
To war.
I card-index laid traps,
Musk evening’s silver air.
Stretch a point with daring.
Muffled drums are hitched.
Christopher Barnes' first collection LOVEBITES is published by Chanticleer. He is a participant writer for http://www.stemistry.com/ and reads at Poetry Scotland's Callendar Poetry Weekends. He also has art criticism published in Peel and Combustus magazines.
17 years of mid night - cool. like the work. thanks for the read.
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