Roadmaps for what counts don’t exist
but you can manage your minor doomed
to failure attempt with tattoos –
one dimensional permanency as if the real thing,
was not torn off skin and doubt yet
but that’s the trick: look at me, see this or that

Walking the leaf-littered road in Fall, pushing
through the snow drifts detained by dark
in deep February with owl eyes somewhere
beheld: that time this moment sure as all
hell breaks loose, cracks upon the bell where
loneliness permanent as sky’s dandruff

Drifts down like stars afloat the upside,
a complement to melodies still within the throat,
my skin brittle with scents and thyme:
no question will I lift or rise, am I then to be
forgiven what I love or despise, when all is a
camouflage so bright it outshines these clothes

©Dean Baker


‘Poetry that is classic and timeless.’

Vital, intense and uncompromising – singular in clarity, artistry, and authenticity.’

Work which illuminates as it informs – a reviving sense of discovery and perspective.’

**Dark Earth – ‘Rabelais and Hieronymus Bosch look out of dark chinks in these poems…’

‘The most unique set of poems I have ever read’

**Silence Louder Than A Train – ‘Highly recommended’ ‘ would be  hard pressed to do better…’

‘…savagely introspective…’

Dean’s books will someday be required reading…’

©Dean Baker

©All Rights Reserved

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