Blood Upon The Moon

Poetry is far behind me now:
I have lost the gift of music,
the memory-hidden silences.

That place where once I lived, in
glory, is occupied: by
cruel forces of the invasion.

The armies of the ignorant
twitch, and kneel:
they leave their blood upon the moon.

©Dean Baker

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Parliament

Through this fog
the handsome killers walk:
this country
has its share of common sense.

In this flight
the moon a pus eye:
her hot blood
has no color for us.

You don’t say
what there was to explain:
enough of beauty and the world,
I don’t care what they do.

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Ready

What to do when I’ve been
missing you, and
have no right and every reason to –

I stitch my smile on, feeling
impatient for your arrival:
ready and willing in my denial

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Hinterlands

If I’m alone I know
it must be my moral
leprosy: why otherwise

The old cliché that all
a lover wants is a lover:
mouthing the darkness away.

You would call it neurosis, but
who among the best
of us isn’t sick of something?

There are so few words
I want to use:
for this fearsome beauty of loss

For what is earned, and
what is not:
for all these things I do not choose

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It Might Look Like

It might look like

Another mess
because the lines

Won’t
end here,

Or there

Remember you
Don’t
Judge
The book, the cover
By
Appearance only

Seems to be

What is
isn’t, then
robs you of time
and

Suddenly

It’s another fine
poem, lines

Woven almost

Tangled you’ve

Gotten me
into, again
As we do the dance
Over place

Grace

And position, our
Singing
Signing power in space

©Dean Baker

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