CHRISTOPHER BARNES

A Child's Guide      

STEIFF BEAR'S FUR-ARMED STRUGGLE

Queue-jumping tutoring by Red Army Faction, he
courses, outskirting fruit lorries, dead-stops
lock picked Volkswagen, tapes gelignite onto Judge's
door. Backtracked to Wendy House he vigils
for tomorrow's gutter press to chute from letterbox.

TINY TEARS BLUBS NO MORE

Jet zooms, full tilt at cloudscape, on well-nigh superfine
noonday. As her life coach from Symbionese Liberation
Army taught, she flicks the detonator, buttoned-up
in loose-knit pullover.

PINKY & PERKY'S TEAM SPIRIT

On bus 36, they trundle Semtex, lip-curling at cheery fans.
Ants jinking west have yet to grapevine regarding the
I.R.A., or thunderclaps synthetic. Ireland's bygones hold
good, this moment proves.

RUPERT THE BEAR TRIKES A SKYLINE

Owl quivers, powerless to hoot. Tickling dazzle at
creperie window. Underworld sewers eddy. He dislodges
Beretta from yellow check pocket, shoots Mayor in chest.
Action Directe hotline a broadsheet. Exhilaration codas,
no sleep.

SINDY REARS PLASTIC ARM

Her Smith & Western punctures Klansman. Drugstore
glass reddens. Breakneck along expressway in Mercedes
Benz, at sundown. Drizzle popples windscreen. The
United Freedom Front safehouse tunes up a party.

 

 

 

 

 

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