Bluebottle In Sunshine
She plays ball to the roll call as Dysentery Della.
Un-nested this rush hour…
A wayzgoose trim at her paunch,
You’ll be over-curious at midriff legs,
Crushed with wicked-ways bristle,
Squab club-footed antennae
Streaming wide horizons.
Erewhile neck-craned on picked bones
Razzling a dead rat boogie.
We’re wistful of those sorcerous-cherry eyes,
But in truckloads…that buzz.
Unleashed from a dell of juiceless bones,
We’ve let slip our mummified whelp.
The jackal-chinned transfigured one
Rocketed between the shady and celestial.
His carting away is never-endingness mourned.
A winding sheet groans in dead letters.
This picked-up frown’s hoi polloi pestiferous;
Eyebrows narrow the gap on gloom.
Dip-down lip wonks, crinkly brows –
Hanging in cheekular tendons
All disfiguring forlorn hope.
Task plastic surgeons
To fiddle with the scourge of plebeians.
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, Poetry Scotland, and Action Yes. He lives in Newcastle, UK.