Christopher Barnes

Premises Of The Hand (the Jesus love schizophrenics)

God the omnipotent is stammering
To 15 spent martyrs
In pill-trolley queasy clutches
     –     ward Hustle Wings, Loose Tile Hospital.

A Frightened Light
Is a misfit
In this sombre-smudged sphere.

His run-the-teeth purr
Is a splash (Joseph’s-coat glitter).
Cuckoos himself,
Like Memorex co-eternal, rewound.

Wimple-tressed Graces shatter-off
(ghost-rheum on a projector)
even the yucca
is mouse-trapped in His machine.