THE WRITERS POST
VOLUME 12 NUMBER 2
three poems by CHRISTOPHER BARNES
Drink to his rendition -
I unearthed this declassified logbook, buried under
impenetrable permanent markers.
A sodium pentathlon skid,
rubs out visitations. Who'd never say die
able to outface
showdown dark horses?
One-way mirror -
in-character, rain-of-blows, austere words.
Snarling. They couldn't Prisoner Of State
- no haymaking, no pulse.
There's a tower
tipping Honolulu and Pearl Harbor.
Peter would apprehend where handrails are,
fathom creeps and blind spots,
oversee bruisers in Panama, Fukuoka, Hawaii.
These grips are waylayable. A POW
crushed in a frame,
fibreglass twine locking ankles
at the distorting mirror of Freedom.
We've decoded sealed book files in universities,
and we don't shadow box hopes dashed.
Mill pond calm,
the moon on the Los Alamos National Lab.
Nod, nod, mimes Garry
doctoring silicone crystals in an infixed gunroom.
Dr. Hardt's shut down, sidereal time,
to the brain syncro-mesher,
faded out are twiney electrodes
that internalise alpha waves
about-facing into the zoostorm monitor.
Four-star generals can expect an afterclap,
gumshoe proof will be raspberried,
addresses printed -
no cradle-song caution.
I can eclipse
by these soft focuses,
a running sore insurgent, low volume.
CHRISTOPHER BARNES, UK
The Writers Post
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Copyright © 2010 Christopher Barnes.
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