The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178


Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2



 by Christopher Barnes


As the door slams behind him

I’m unburdened by Reverend Coleopteran,

Clack-gabbing beetle, prophet, crony.

Alas his mouthparts offend.

As afterthought to crunching plant-nipping insects

His compound peepers slope above pulpits

And the homily’s spawned.

A non-chemical lingo, in holier-than-thou chapters,

He tyrannizes others to false piety,

Ramshackle hostilities or strong.

My floors are non-resonant without him.



Voff Voff

 by Christopher Barnes


Tingling, sharp with implications,

Trailing in air-conditioning,

Not a ruff, nor yip.

Doesn’t wear the look

Of any discernable mutt

Rough-breathing a startle in dejection.

This bark vantage-grounds to pricked ears.