In Our Lives


In our lives they don’t burst in,
Storm Trooper uniforms and Darth
Vader helmets slaughtering everyone
in a blaze of spray; no marionettes

Thrown up against the wall by machine
gun burps and staccato threats, up
and over the comfortable couch, not
these days
when you follow pointing fingers of bully
throngs, shadow complected aliens
crawling over objects, insects
advancing foreign philosophies like small

Regrets, or afternoon tea
the assault on reason and reflection, even
more invasive script rewriting
the body politic now turned Frankenstein

©Dean Baker

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Political Differences


Instead of the real thing there’s the idea.
Instead of love the notion of. This cold clasp
of irons a strange caress.

Attitude instead of discipline, or self
knowledge. Mirrors of funhouse
reflections reaching either way.

The mule of cowardice absent:
the corrosion loneliness will embrace
looking for a yes.

Instead of dedication, requesting dispensation.

Our own gift of aliens: who
resemble traitors so closely now
we cannot tell there ever was a difference.

©Dean Baker

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Failure To Communicate


I did not know
Until you walked away
That what carries you
Goes behind, a traitor

I did not introduce myself
I did not propose
An illicit meeting
Nor that you and I marry

I sat in the soft
Southern breeze later
And mourned my loss
Your perfect ass

I could pinch myself

©Dean Baker

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Considerate


Don’t look, she says
Look please, her clothes say

I’ll look, maybe stare anyway
Just to make sure it’s okay

If it’s a yes, or no today –
I am that considerate I say

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Migraine


the splintering thrust and creak, broken
from the same streak of would or could
strains belief in this invisibility, where

to be legitimate is found wanting, an absence
of ability to succumb or achieve surcease
something beyond either thought or speech

almost anxiety stretched close
over the skeleton of hope and peace, but
there’s no mercy in mortal injury sustained

repeatedly minus the instrument
broken open against the grain, its own
ammunition the savior

from the Frankenstein labors of a foreign brain

©Dean Baker

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Pastures


Retrieve my spirit
Cleanse my soul
Of what is lost
To my control

Take from me
What I don’t know
Show me gently
Here’s the road

Return to me
My shining mind
Wash from me
The stain of time

Lead me to that delight
Which holds no prisoners
Once again
At end of night

©Dean Baker

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Priced Out of Existence

This used to be my city that had
not become a Third World country
where I’d fail to classify immigrants
by their methods or prospects
for wielding murder amid damages

I would walk past midnight, unarmed
except for poetry and my guitar,
mobile from Bloor St. to Queen
past 2 am for the streetcar, no thoughts
given to congregations of assholes

Offers of women, drugs and other lies
laid out within the singular subway,
the medium for contrary ways of
contained assault: the coward commuters,
guilty bystanders crouched in conquest

Bridges leading nowhere, streets desolate
within the borrowed dark of my clothes,
democracy reduced to ashes grown cold, now
crowded into holes, not given the prearranged
barbed-wire of overthrow, we don’t speak

Beyond whispers of utility, of anarchy
and assassinations that amount to nothing
but statistics of ghosts where none yet tell
amid the lifting winds stirring well,
welcome now to my neighbors in this hell

Soon, soon you will know the ringing
of the bell

©Dean Baker

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