- by Linn Barnes
Colliding
-Linn Barnes
Knowing nothing before me
will create anything after me
drives an arrow into my solitude
shrouded darkly but not lost
By yet darker shadows
flurrying the winter sky
pounding the broken air
bending the follicles of space
Into a subtle rhapsody
which charms the vast lonely
dance skipping through the rails
of light into the vastness of being
Spinning the known sky
to a shimmering clarion cry
shouting ancient harmonies
grinding the wheels of the cosmos
Bringing for a flash
the glory of a glimpse
at the power of the storm
churning beneath our feeble eyes
- by Linn Barnes
Thanksgiving
-Linn Barnes
We shoulder despair
tighten our jeans
weather the harsh world
and eat the fucking
turkey once each year
as the clock rings
and we all sing
anthems of glory
while we rattle the
shattering doors
of what now must be done
beyond the tilted glass
and the loaded plate
where the malignant
truth lies buried
in the lonely lines
of the sad preamble
to the ugly fall which
double-times to the
end in full sight
of a heavy crunch.
- by Linn Barnes
Shadows
-Linn Barnes
Where have the wild ones gone
after preaching a daring gospel
of lost leaves of ruined grass
upon the crumpled campus
of shock ruin and despair
Where flights of wingless beasts
cavorting in the muddled ether
amid villeins and earls fallen prey
to the vanishing morning glow
and the sheen of ugly laughter
Where the pace of the night stalkers
rambling among the fallen goons
gleaning the husk and forgotten grain
while the croaking crows and
screaming eagles soaring above
Choose a life riding the fetid thermals
swooping to the carnage at hand
savaging with cheerful abandon
the reapers and crippled squatters
hidden carelessly in the dank earth
In the mobbed up caves and ruins
fallen hamlets of charmless squalor
shackled tight to the world of shadow
the slow night fires of grainy illusion
the dwindling light of the fallen day.
- by Linn Barnes
Sworn
-Linn Barnes
By the hope we swear by
and the chant we mutter
to the hymn we pretend
to defend and mostly do not
We must hereby answer
the righteous entreaties
pilling like lake effect snow
in the halls on the streets
On the shores of the seas
where the shot once fired
round the world has finally
returned to fester among
Sad and hopeless outcasts
grubbing griping and dying
on broken concrete oaths
now smashed by the tyrant
Who churns and burns
at will the iron clad fealty
chartered long ago by
visionaries and prophets
Who founded in blood the
revolutionary rights of man
when it was deemed much more
than an enlightened exercise
Muttered darkly among
desperate men drawing
the sword to strike down the
fading king of a dying world.
- by Linn Barnes
Marking Time
-Linn Barnes
Walking carefully into silent woods
bare branches moaning creaking
full of warnings and sighs
turning finally to the east
where the wind hacks hard
into my creased and cracked face
until I must bow my ancient head
before the howling gale bearing
down upon the path I so blithely tread
an ugly vortex of splintered
lies and deceptions twisting the way
before my blurred tearing eyes
grinding leaf stick and branch
pebble rock and boulder to an
unlikely stew boiling to nothing
shards and sharp splinters
of failed schemes and plots
brought about by the damned
and nurtured by fools.
- by Linn Barnes
Amigos
-Linn Barnes
Three amigos?
bullshit,
three banditos,
maybe;
but fuck them,
those guys didn't
even like each other.
It seems a bit like hunting
with guys who can't load,
much less shoot;
you wanna kept 'em close,
way in sight, with plenty of light,
with no chance to kill you.
- by Linn Barnes
Winter Rising
-Linn Barnes
Is there hope for the future
where the sad bells are mute
where the clanging clock
dismembers the shadows of the day
In the withering Fall
The storms of
Winter rising
We shelter
Where we can
- by Linn Barnes
The Coming Winter
-Linn Barnes
The bright
day
ducks into
night
Form yields to
fancy
tilt has ground the
moon
Into the glories of
november where
the colors collapse
into
The just pits
of venial sins
and past betrayals
unless
You’ve gone
too far
and then of
course
You are beyond
hope
and should
surrender
Before the
brutal cold
closes in for
real
When the
fall stumbles into
something like
winter
- by Linn Barnes
Diving
-Linn Barnes
Minor variations abound
in the deep night casting
shadows here and there
Illuminating vaguely the dark
variably leaving the rest
to comatose glimmers
Of what is really happening
as we cruise under power
in the drunken sinking ship
Nose high and stern down
waves crashing all around
the savagery of night at sea
Engines thundering for the deep
full throttle astern for the dive
as the ship powers the tide
One last time before
slipping between the waves
for the long ride to the end
- by Linn Barnes
The Promise
-Linn Barnes
The promise of peace and calm
maraudes the swirling dynamo
seeking to cripple the diurnal fantasies
of reaping the lost cause of
Revenge where the real
idea should be to bring glory
once again to lost saddened
scribbled over shouted down and un-sung
Elegance where the ditch
overloaded now topped off
with the grim detritus of fat free
hallelujah screaming dancers
In multi-colored holy underwear
passing snarling false vipers
to terrified but willing parishioners
squatting on filthy lonely floors
Elegance which will bring about
a new and powerful nation
on the wings of a resurrected
flock of snow white doves