The Situation

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The situation
Is getting grim
Goodbye:
To Alice and me

I say this now,
As you said
It to him:
With the same, malicious glee

©Dean Baker

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The White Goddess

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You let me stand naked,
behind you, in my hotel room:
‘changing for dinner,’
we called it in another era

I received your welcome,
as I knelt before
the blonde goddess, of
my sodden entertainment

The shadow of a tree, or some
faint breeze made more real,
by the vision you displayed:
could not have been as free

©Dean Baker

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This Poem Is Out Of Order

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How unnerving to wake before
everyone else in the hotel, to
lie there like a criminal or thief;
bowed beneath the sheets,
the fetal position being one of
extreme innocence: even for the dead.

Demoralizing to realize it is
the radio,
sending static from the fringes.
This is no absent lover, familiar
with your name; it’s a cowboy,
a handmaiden in the modern style.

Mere entertainment, where you can
wash your hands of anything:
especially the pain love also brings.
Get back to the job; old friends
who will reassure you nothing changes:
disco til you drop, the terror remains.

©Dean Baker

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Bird Watching

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Even the sparrow’s song must
be bought by crumbs;
the restoration of grace,
and vanishing fear, taking on the form
of a full belly,
piping the food downward.


The neck stretches, the meal begins,
each hand of satisfaction
precedes
the infinite cruelty:
the branches voicing ruin, intestines
and shit, splattering in tune.

©Dean Baker

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Collision

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The lamp by your window
tells me:
I must be up to watch the dawn
schemes are formed,
men go wrong

The great engines
of the mind lie rusting
against the night:
slanted slightly,
like empires disarrayed

©Dean Baker

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Drifting Into War .. from Fat Albert’s Outpatient Folk Clinic

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We were drifting into war. There never had to be any special reason. We, drifting into war; married and divorced, looking for nothing more. And nothing was apparent. Everything happened simultaneously.

This was no mere divergence of opinion, not a simple differing between various souls; this conflagration of passions buried too long and misdirected in a fatal simplicity.

A necessary tension embraced us all. Immediately prior to the release there existed a sense of community, still. As if a shell, or canopy of night were drawn over the world.

That became the diamond-hard pressure; exerting its scroll across the history held too close within the heart of the human animal once again.
And again.

We were drifting into war. This never implied any sort of vigilance or lack, only a sense of communal conscience.

So, don’t tell me. Don’t haste.

Do.

©Dean Baker

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Adrift In An Ocean Of Imbeciles

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Constrained by the easy consensus of cretins, brought down by the borrowings of
boneheads, and held within the grasp of the Holier Than Thou Goobers of limited and
stinking so-called knowledge in their cannibalistic hamster cage of doubt and regret, I hear Dylan croaking,
Crickets are chirping,’ (and the world ends there) ‘the water is high..’
There’s a soft cotton dress..’

And it begins again: the noisy impudent world of opinion unearned and circumstance
contrived by the unconscious who deliberately doubt when there isn’t room for it in this ship
of retards schooled by ease, tormented by impunity, and entertained by that abscess within the cranial fold.

This is Dante’s ninth circle minus the seventh wave, leaching into the pit.

A hill of nightmare, conveyed by broken silences; the sudden rush of abruptly adopted pains,
unplugged and unmitigated by the debt paid out through solitude served to the poor sustaining every temple.

Lead us o factotum, bring us to the river, drop us from the planes of existence – we will make
pictures together as if history was contained in some other foreign, and forgotten weather.

One more chink in the chain, the defeatist gasps, then gasps again for reinforcement.

You always knew what it meant, now and forever.

©Dean Baker

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