Anywhere – from Shadow Boxing The Infinite

You can be murdered anywhere, but
you’ll always die in Congress or in Parliament.

From a lack of care or indifference
to what’s said and done by everyone expecting
salvation be a ladder to Paradise, until
the stairs to another life declining repair
prove they lead nowhere but upside down.

Change will come eventually you think,
forgetting the war ongoing in everything
where slaughter is observed religiously,
statistics carved in counterfeit
register complaint surreptitiously proud.

To serve the perverted ego’s lazy appetite
for the curve of constancy, no matter what
it takes to frame familiar certainty:
mistaken for the truth still boasting loudly
for release from the cage of incessant proof.

In our recalcitrant lives something despairs,
training us for extinction as the prize.

©Dean Baker

from Shadow Boxing The Infinite

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Remind Me

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You remind me
of what
I did not know lays missing
until you bring
back to my soul
what I already own

As shadows sow
so shall
we reap the heap of what’s
neglected sleep:
these dreams where
memory does not compete

With reason, or
rationale
the logic of the season
nor mistake
willfully
geometry for control

You dare lose
the thing
held so precious more,
though we
do not count:
by algebra alone

©Dean Baker

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The Stupids

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My mind’s a thread unwinding; I
pluck at darkness, which falls.
It won’t let the stupids out; it
suffers them to bray and shout,
these Attic businessmen and women:
busy, they are knitting spirit doilies.

Must I endure like a disease the bad
and bright side of the living’s enemies?
But who am I asking? We are so
few than farther between might be.

You cannot hear me; you are denying everything,
soiled by the crossways unclean:
strapped in a cocoon of the secondary.

©Dean Baker

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from Measuring Gravity By Grace

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Measuring Gravity With Grace

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This is not my life or destiny, I have
not been breathing my gratitude to become

Invisible among those who are themselves so
transparent that I can

See through to the other side where a figure
stands now proclaiming the virtue

Of his identity with solemn vows and meanings
whose significance escapes me even now

As I search no longer for the mystery
nor attempt to measure gravity with grace

©Dean Baker

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Poems from this past…, and books

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Usually, it would be that a post of gratitude for the poems posted ought perhaps to thank readers who ‘sign’ their evidence of having witnessed such work by ‘likes,’ and also establish the fact of their passive complicity in non-support by so doing.

That would include the fact that there were some who had purchased the book from which those readers ‘liked’ the book.

Apparently, the royal readers feel no such compunction as to showing any kind of appreciation that is not first understood as a distinct requirement that they come first; and only secondarily should there be any possibility that a book, even a physical copy for under $2.00 or an e-book similarly, be considered.

After all, they also are writers and readers of ambition and to stop to purchase might negate the competitive stance they hold whereby they should possibly be given such things as actual books, but in
their magnanimity they will settle for freely published/posted poems as a sufferance.

That they take no small pleasure in allowing corporate determination of literary values by such acts which remain seeming passive is beyond their understanding.

Fuck you, they don’t say – if you disappear under such lack of acknowledgment, such continued refusal to show real appreciative support, we do not care: there are more of us than you; and besides, they whisper to themselves each, I am sure I shall be The One who remains, Learned and Engaged.

Eventually these cannibals endure a quiet defeat they pretend to not comprehend, puzzled over the corporate world’s domination of whom is even allowed to speak deriving from the shuffling lack of significance fixed by their own passive deceit in creating the situation they tell themselves they deplore.

Baa, they say. Baa to any argument that would result in physical change, exactly, mirabile dictu, the poet was real, and not keeping his place. Just as if he or she thought they were as great as the classic free works.

Violent sheep to the core playing shadow games against their own engineered defeat and
ultimate disappearance.

All apparent energy of such slaves in determining standards never fixed because never shown real support, now dismissed as they await another attempt to be realized by somebody else, their masticating as it ever was: toothless, labored over with foul breath, and suspect motives.

A foul swamp of a kingdom declaring itself paradise, and its unclothed peasants campfire gathered as enthroned royalty awaiting another whom they can perfectly ignore and declaim their abandonment as real, and undeserving.

Eager as they anticipate news events, Tv programming, and all manner of gossip on which to speculate and then classify as art, poetry and superior understanding.

Oh, the humanity you can hear one declaim, as this dirigible sinks in flames.

Or better yet, listen to the silence all you Jethro Bodines: that is the sound of your culture.

©Dean Baker

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The Long Embrace

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Old habits persist:
the cold pure length of sky
provides familiar distance,
I can’t capture or decide on

Who knows how you will dance
as you are dancing now

Where I step beyond
the slightest hint of envy:
reeling, in the city streets
your eye commands, your soul retreats

©Dean Baker

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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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