Christopher Barnes
Babysitter's Fear
Because bandits snaffle cherubs
five dreamers go-to-pieces.
Dainty Solomon swings
a razed ballet.
We must allude
to his fall-short breath.
If a pack rat
nips moon-dust cable
dawnlight will be ash.
Mr. Wristwatch
put-puts away
untwisting time.
Electro-Convulsive Therapy
Her fadeout's a motor-driven click
needling flinchings...
...Uma flapped, frothed at the absolute
of not-being, nowise.
A second split.
Rattlebrained she ticktacktocks
to fuzzy miracles - oozings
on a stand-aghast-at brink
with how-I-got-here sparks.
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Christopher Barnes's first solo art/poetry exhibition Screens begins at The People's Theatre, Newcastle, UK on monday 15 May 2006
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