Dick And Jane – 1 –


See Jane. See Dick. See Jane run. Jane is running because Dick is chasing her.

See Dick run. See Dick chase Jane.

See Jane fall down and snap off one of her tits. See Dick laugh.
See Dick ass-fuck Jane because she teased him. See Dick break his dick off in Jane.
See Dick and Jane. One tit, and no dick.

The happy couple.

See Jane lying at the bottom of the Hill. See Jane’s legs spread out at the bottom of the Hill.

See Jane’s open legs covered with a hat by Dick. See Dick being thoughtful.

See Dick yell, “Better get that cop out of there!”

See Dick go back on duty.

Oh, oh, here comes Mr. Spot.

©Dean Baker

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Get Along, Little Doggie


In my father’s house you always
had to do the next thing better than last

Praise or good will would not survive
the annihilation of what kept you alive

Were loved for what was accomplished
were tossed aside for perceived wrong

Your duty done and done again by turns:
burn ash, blow wind, oh so silent now world gone

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Concussion

Tonight, I can’t tell what the poems say.

I almost gave in. Traded my life for the garbage and bargain of bright lights, and ritual slaughter.
Now, I’ve gone too far. And all the more I was unconvinced.

That’s a quick punch your nerves can’t accept.

Sad contumacy, no song.

*

I make my exit among the back-handed essayists.
We exclaim politely.

We smile like Siamese who realize there are no twins.

The sooner you get over yourself, the sooner you begin.

You know what it means to read, you have no idea what it costs to live this.

©Dean Baker

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Niagara

What your mind may tell you is
you’re swimming
skimming above the waves, butterfly
back stitching until the sky
not only embraces but saves and defines

above the underworld of silt-filled
overturned disorientation, you’re
okay, breathing
through prehistoric lungs, gills
slapping closed and open again, benign

body one more shipwreck,
flakes appearing out of nowhere
aligning light and shadow: a
Niagara Falls of synapses and neurons
firing with the brakes on into the unknown

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Desperate Metaphors, aka Please Eat Me

Certainly, I’m going to expect a measure of upset when I say that the idea of the vaginal monologues caused
all manner of unbidden images to arise.

A small mannish figure standing in front, not yelling ‘ricola’ but ‘Hellooo, helllooo, hellllooo’…. receiving no answer
saying, ‘damn, that’s deep,’ with the last words ‘…eep’ echoing endlessly.

Or three little bears popping out whispering, ‘Shhh, she’s still hibernating.’

Mostly what came to mind with the idea of the talking horn of plenty was ‘ok, who’s the ventriloquist’:
what maroon decided to perversely define themselves by identifying with what colloquially some women refer to as ‘Miss Thing,’ re: Addams Family.

I’m only guessing that one of these images would not endear me to the fierce and rabid.

Conversely, what guy would wish to be defined by a talking cock. Look what happened to Adam when Eve gobbled the apples.

Because you can define a metaphor that seems to work when you’re catering to desperate classes of individuals, indulgence
in doing so reflects a lack of integrity of aptness and significance that is completely obvious when it is caricatured.

You know: like, ‘Baa, baa black sheep, have you any wool, Miss’?

Or, you like flowers too much, hand-puppet. Recall that paper cut up and offered forward with fingers
stuck inside, mouthing ‘wah, wah’ as Charlie Brown’s teacher’s voice cries.

That’s your glove: no identifying characteristics, no sense of comfort or love. Just the camouflage of
denial amid a festival of accusation not open to rebuttal.

As if mystifying, something you can’t quite put your finger on.

But who’d settle for that dark penumbra over their heads like a damaged halo or suffocating cover not to protect or alter
anything, but to suffocate any dissent with a limping impediment guaranteed to establish a hindrance to exactly what it claims to desire removal.

An unholy dunce cap more suited to the complainant than the suggested defects of its focus, and in that a distracting
dialogue of broken tongues and cunnilingual displacement evoking the true hunger not named.

You know the last thing you ought to do is clam up like some wounded sea-lion flapping its gums, or Venus on the half shell come true, all silent and dumb.

©Dean Baker

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

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

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

‘…savagely introspective…’

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