Flesh Sculptures

Sleepless again,
rummaging among relics
of the past;
evidence of love and devotion,
finally:
the note of betrayal

Sometime afterwards,
I’d decided
to carve myself a future;
with the scalpel a star, and
the only light:
the shining moon of our darkness

©Dean Baker

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Bathurst Yards…. from DARK EARTH


Sprawled in this boxcar apartment,
no one’s serious
the disturbance temporary

The end of the line,
the lock breaks –
the cargo falls out over-ripe

We shall never get there;
blueprints and maps
do not provide an idea of progress

Which does not matter,
stepping from the rails
to meet familiar ground

Watching how the sun I own
goes down through these trees:
our wings, folded like those leaves

©Dean Baker

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Metaphysical

when the only cure for what ails ya is what fails ya

I went for my metaphysical, the other day. Well, daylight saving though I didn’t have much interest in that, transposition or not from one place to another: the same grace. Said.

The sign read ‘The Doctor Is.’

I went, reminding myself to change that. I saw I came undressed except by notions of this and that: I did not want to Hegel. Okay?

The first patient left, my turn arrived on this portentous carnival ride. I heard the physician cry, ‘Nyet!’ in a tangle of languages where I had once anticipated arrival.

She pushed all my buttons, coughing a smile discreetly as I turned my head in riotous admiration as I left; righted, presenting prematurely the evidence for my denial, or invisibility among other artefacts.

Am I, I asked.

I rectum you’re fine now, she replied.

I knew then the ride was mine, but the circus was another atmosphere in its entirety. That if you take your hand and place it on me to steady yourself I still will not yell Yow, eh.

Be there, anyhow.

The physician’s rag is a flag of surrender, of sweet pink or sad brown: all mixed colors decide on the palette of pride, the deceit of renown.

Famed in your own mind, a non a mist or the precipitates of hyacinth hooves slashing the gravitational field gathering grace along the wide curves of an indistinguishable weight unmeasured by these hinges of eyesight louvering

each different and altered perspective, each word used out of expectation like carnivorous ghosts rippling heat across raised skin of the bodies in this bed of leaves

where night is a diurnal dust, garlands of

delivered semaphores and the entelechy of no trust betrayed, yet loved.

Dr. Dean, at your cervix, I replied.

(©)Dean Baker

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Islands


I’ve been stumbling a lot recently;
though our late night walks,
well worth the pace,
mean more than any comment I make.

Autumn leaves in their rotting
browns and reds betray us. We
cannot compete with such litter
of the season: sweet desolation.

Even if one were so lost as the wind,
over this wide world, I know
you beneath the stars and how
I moved away: delighting in your company.

©Dean Baker

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Phuque


Fuck politics, news and our bullshit culture –
liars, thieves and one-trick ponies,
people dumb enough to rent space in their heads
to the corrupt in literature and academia

Congratulate themselves on disinterest, an
endless tribute to Helen Keller
wallowing in the logorrheic effluvia that passes
for praised independence never experienced

The whirlwind dust corporate
sway, plague of lust as such become
customary hope and prayer:
flag of the stupid few always for sale where

Power, greed and contrivance ever rule
amongst the egotist diviners of nothing new

©Dean Baker

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God’s Daughters


One woman is hard-scrabble
bitter, and burnt on beer;
talking about testosterone attacks,
in guys who probably
left what passes for their minds
on stained yellow sheets
But not her, she
was never after childhood a mewling
drooling crib-critter,
spattering verbal diarrhea
across kitchen floors, and nobody
ever cleaned up after her:
until now

And the other woman is lovely, too
Sometimes blonde, and often not
as she demurely proclaims
in poetic twit, her concern
for the world; through endless
emotional promiscuity:
involving the priority of politics,
and everybody’s phone number
Looks like these two aren’t so different –
Both have a lot of love to give
One to herself, the other to almost
everyone else: who
consents to drink from the same cup

The redeeming factor in each is equal
to the intensity
with which they conspire; to surrender
to the death she makes,
out of the unwillingness to admit need
One likes to look down on men; the
other anxiously competes –
in desiring men to look down on her
What’s unforgivable in these two fools,
besides their houseproud humility and fate,
is believing men are creatures:
of which society cannot speak, while women
are God’s darlings who wander solicitously meek

©Dean Baker

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Of Insomniacs And Amnesia


I could not sleep
until I learned to stay
awake:
the words of your betrayal
speak loud and clear, in
every action that you take
As though you keep
behind those swept green eyes
each secret of defeat

As if carrying on,
when the days are dark
could be all;
but I must travel far,
to gain back
the self I lost in torment
Loving you, forever as I do,
amid such careless lives:
tossed upon the world, against that splash of blue

©Dean Baker

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