Christopher Barnes - Five Poems

1. An Unpaused Hour

Nine tings chase sanity.

Our guru twiddles

A crow’s sequined wings.

Passions jump off wheezes,

Dashed at the holdall’s flames.

Breath-sucks gyrate the room.

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2. Bar 64

A Jagger-lipped ox

Smirks in its float-bowl.

The lampstand’s crimsoning.

“Quirks,” underbreaths our tiddly guru,

“Aren’t without their suns”.

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3. Breakfast Ritual

Our guru tub-thumps Ouija learning

Into an atom that coggles.

The rubber shark’s dulceting

“Mack The Knife”.

The Ground Of Being’s egohood

Watusi’s tailwards.

High-muckety, we TLC our sanctified protocols.

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4. Financial Break, No Cheques

This megacosm flumps –

An undisplayable apparition.

We’re diluted by marvelment.

The journey’s butt is an oblivion-fresh

String-puppet butterfly

That coaxes dust

In the attic of our mind fuzz.

Our guru belches –

A pixie’s stage whisper.

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5. The Mediator’s Art

You’ve unfolded these Vanity Fair bodies

Spanning into destiny’s lap.

Poppycock has no improving.

Thighs of our guru’s apostles

Shall be gunked

By Dolly, the sponge-puff mermaid.

Xanadu’s here, well-earthed.