Christopher Barnes


CLOUDCLAP BLOOD

If eleventh hour northern rays
airburst uptight ether,
some swashbuckling highborn will croak. B
                                                                             u
                                                                             g
                                                                             l
                                                                             e
                                                                             s offshoot.
W.H. Auden licked his pen.



HOODWINK

Flummox the laddie-tracking ghoul -
a petticoat d
                     e
                     f
                     e
                     n
                     d
                     s against snatch-off.
On missy, a lifeless nightshirt warrants.
Quentin Crisp demanded bows.



FIRE-RAKING

Upcast the world-departed
from beddy-bye straw,
garner every spick, ignite.
Within ashes one footprint

of the next to d
                          i
                          e clarifies.
Kingsley Amis took pains
when dancing.

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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