Invitation: For Those Inclined To Ridicule And Self-Righteousness

You’ve caught me with
my suicide mask wearing thin –
Death, an old sidekick
and various forms of unrequited love;
accompanied by virgin
humiliation, strike
the bone of the ghost-ridden
music that echoes in the hollow of my heart

I want you to take
some of your old medicine;
this hate, this emaciated bitterness
the dehydration of the body,
the loveless trough
throat and lungs make amid the unheard
pulsing of a sick sun
in the pumped-out stomach ache.

God, I’m tired of being late –
suiting my person to a fool’s
tailor who labors blind for the emperor;
who does not know
the difference between desire, and dust:
nor these odd goodbye scenes
conveying no taste of
the final, approaching lust

©Dean Baker

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Thanksgiving, Poem

If anyone has given you
the bird today, be thankful.
Otherwise, bright
cynical and tough, it’s enough.

You could be the sacrifice:
plugged and stuffed, no feathers
to fly away,
surrounded by vegetables.

It’s all a matter of perspective.
What you pick,
choose, give up: surrender
can be a holiday, unless

It’s not your festival
someone else will always
be thinking of:
grateful no one asks for more, love.

©Dean Baker

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