Mr. Carpetweed's Books
Home truth: his bedrock’s miry
Soak-sap floorboards
With runny knotted hearts.
Bring to light no walls but damp
All background built-in books,
Green-old and the cost much
Hulled down on wave-crest shelves
Where blotches charge at punctuation.
He wades through print
In a waterless bath,
Or on drinkmoney days into nightfall
By a lamp that saturates the page.
Christopher Barnes is a UK writer who you can find each year reading at Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival. He has written poetry reviews for Poetry Scotland and Jacket Magazine.