Enemy No. 1

by Christopher Barnes

The drowned Code-Breakerís disc
Is a solemn plot
To agents of influence,
Negative vetting.
Unutterable is his varnished arias.
Will flowers-of-age teens
Swell lungs for daddy?
Daisy squirms up FM atmospherics,
Feeling down a peg
At the tentís ropes.
She pods him like bloated dough
In a grave-green groundsheet Ė
A parody of Jocelyn the cook.
Sugar-candy quickscents, mouth-watering,
Tumble from the pit of her gut.


From the Spooks poems

Enemy No. 1 by Christopher Barnes

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