The automatons have broken traits.
A shelf-crammer clicked out light.
Discrepancies don’t shift.
Impersonal manikins tackle the force of argument
Ineffectually becoming a movement. Earless
The Bully’s entrenched behind contrivances.
Tonight I’ll elect to dream – heart-sinking hero
In nauseous unprofitableness behind racks.
HOUSE ARREST OF THE OPPOSITION LEADER
The bullet-pocked wall. Gales jingling strains.
Firm standing, repudiation –
Viciousness backing dearths. Scupperings.
What did you bargain for?
I’m in a fixed foreboding of undertakers,
Well, so it peeves.
CONTEMPLATING SUICIDE BRIDGE
A churlish, unavoidably sorry-sight,
Parody of me,
Shaved before noon. The blunt cloudburst
Prophesised was pettifogging.
A few weeding tingles bristle
Roughened at arms-length. A skirmished
Corrugation of the applicability
Implicating hand, skill.
Christopher Barnes won the Northern Arts Writers Award in 1998, and published his debut poetry collection LOVEBITES in 2005 (Chanticleer Press). He worked on the collaborative art and literature project How Gay Are Your Genes, facilitated by poet Lisa Mathews, exhibited at The Hatton Gallery, Newcastle University. His The Holiday I Never Had was recorded by The South Bank Centre in London. He has been published in various places, including Jacket and Poetry Scotland. He lives in Newcastle, UK.