I desire

Not a thing

Thought or feeling

Within truly


I need what is

The essence of

Itself to drink

The missing link

To eat the meal

Of the ingredient

Of living savour

Airy energies and swell

With what is

Well… love


©K Barr


The Look for Love


The look for love
Is do or die
The soul folds back
Into the self
Balls tight
A fist to fight
An armoured shell
In bid to save itself
From hell it digs
A ditch to dwell
In pitch of black
Where all is lack
Of colour
Longing for a song
It deafens ears
From sound around
Away from cries
Of want
It craves
Only a cave
In which to hide
The miss of missive
A defeat
So great
Drop of height
From which a fall
To certain death
In heart is sure
No starting there
To care below a
Closing of the self
From each and everything
About is down
To dusty nothingness
To satisfy an appetite
For life

© K J barr

My Friend Muffin


Legs like chopsticks

Eyes like peas

Hair like pasta

Knees like cheese

With a jelly of a belly

And a pudding for a nose

Feet like meat cuts

Sausages for toes

Hands like candy

Finger licking good

Ears are pancakes

Very very good

My friend Muffin

He smells great

When he sits on my

Dinner plate.

© KJ Barr