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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The Herald

Nothing more than abstract ornament,
explanations and discussions
keeping us to ourselves; we were
too petty for anything else. God
and Spirit, man and God again: no
insight into the common denominators.

Stupidity categorized the crews
taking over. In Canada, one was
reduced to waiting; at best,
you sent yourself notes (not poems)
hoping they would stay closed, or
fall open revealing all upon arrival.

You are lost either way. Death
enters your life: a troubadour
strolling through the provincial town.
Each gesture of government singing
the unwanted guest to bed, who is
finishing the last bite of food.

One brought no plans for conversation,
issuing invitations in the dark
he slips from his clothes. The livery
stark amusement, leaving only the arc
of a streetlamp which constellates:
the hard vistas of distant expectation.

 

©Dean Baker

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A Jab At The Dark

per il mio gioiello perfetto

Love’s wasted on you I can hear you say
or sing, almost attempting to make a myth,
to shelve a self unshelved finally; a trick
of the light, the rhythmic click of heels and toes
lifting off and balancing when you, with
the beauty of the rose, refuse the need for more
than company, controlled by the need denied.

Oh you can’t fool me in your smothered lies, the
nasty entity, the uncoupled repetition you’d tell
to other men as you quote me endlessly; blind
against the borrowing of adoration, and a smile
upraised by lips which rise to fall perfectly:
absent memory, absent guile, absent
the moonlit mile on leaves scattered from a mind

Convinced most that what it takes as truth
must be some sweet design meant for you,
in your ordered universe where we stand aside.

©Dean Baker

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When We Are Suicided

When We Are Suicided

“For the haughty men
Have risen up against me,
The ruthless seek my life.”

– Psalm 54:3

Hear ye, Hear ye, Mall America now in session.

The USA one big mall ruled through corporate
governance, inverted democracy that hates anything
ironic, with depth, requiring more than 2 seconds
focus away; reshaping culture into cartoons,
of music, film and the arts through technology
abused, replacing individuals coming together
as individuals with groups
driven by mass psychology, all the better to consume.

To isolate, and be consumed. We cannibalize ourselves,
become
what we fear most. Everything you detest and protest
directed by media: people have abandoned themselves, lost
the way of looking.

You are cerebral billboards for aphasic degeneration,
nostalgia
grieving for an un-comprehended loss: now that you are
everyone, you might guess
exactly where the Berlin Wall landed finally.
All the silences have been polluted: the true climate change,
the flood of everyone.
The landscape you look outward towards dissipates as you
drown, not wave like Stevie says.

You stare at others as your doom when at that moment,
in this time afterwards, there is no one else in the room.

You think of dying as one long illness. You might
get better, in a season of relief, still live knowing
all is temporary amid the grinning grief of
nitwits congratulating themselves they have cash,
while you’re concerned with poverty, your
imagination failed by those occupied with riches.

You dress in reason and belief, contort your
movements with the progress of ideas: a pleasing
puppetry designed to achieve anything except
the difference you proclaim. Oh, but let’s all be
pleasant finally exclaim those bankrupts of feelings.

You can neither speak nor think without reference
to myths already decimated, the tapestries of
the eternal fixed in earth; moon morons stunned
skyward: anywhere but here, you cry. There must
be something else besides this pit of dust, you sigh

Where there is no finality, but limitation
to what you know or won’t.

©Dean Baker

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