Christopher Barnes
Lord Byron Is Tracked By GPS
Lord Byron Goes For An Ultrasound
Lord Byron Makes A Sexual Health Clinic Appointment
Lord Byron Leaves DNA On A Cup
Lord Byron Bungee Jumps For Charity
Christopher Barnes’ first collection LOVEBITES was published by Chanticleer Press. He reads for Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival each year, partakes in workshops, and co-edited the poetry magazine Interpoetry.
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Lord Byron Is Tracked By GPS
But saving this     You like Such as in Monmouth-Street     Would rig And even Where prettier For, bating Covent Garden No place | on underware’s index vanilla meridians, barista forth where window-lickers dawdle flave clientele to exquisite buffage skells import loveliness droids wheeze rettes all le chat is ever fugly in unsparkling light |
Lord Byron Goes For An Ultrasound
Kingdoms and empires     I have outlived And when I     Of my own years Like a wild     Something – A spirit of Even for | jitter in cell grits rang-a-tang infirmities coffee-spit incubated bile as a yo-boy all edged flapdoodle in derro-ville gutsachey pops twannie indulgence me it’s a zofting flinch |
Lord Byron Makes A Sexual Health Clinic Appointment
Oh that thou     The fool The solitude     Has lost its There may be others     I am not I feel an ebb And the tide | muntered a laundered dossbag and his bust juice gratefully unplug of recovering is a slider’s brother scrangy thrills drooly on Monte Blanco a lamp-genie, more-time! the hoolies fade vibes onto its raggedy hem |
Lord Byron Leaves DNA On A Cup
Perhaps – the workings     Within me, Brought on     Perhaps a harder For all And with light Have taught me The chief companion | of astrals and identities smudge the pissant double helix uncoils by an inconsiderable flob look would evidence bones ridgy-didge night stars we infest the pinpoint takes its centre, these skin-pops too are evolving is human dregs |
Lord Byron Bungee Jumps For Charity
For thee     I know myself We were and are     Beings It is the same     From life’s We are entwined The tie which bound | this wooshious stunt peaky, devil-may-care mardies, once only the S.A.S. stoked for function psych out any aviation blonde entertains wilding nerves star-spas, chavvie-close rakes up wamba for the penniless |
Christopher Barnes’ first collection LOVEBITES was published by Chanticleer Press. He reads for Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival each year, partakes in workshops, and co-edited the poetry magazine Interpoetry.
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