Niagara

What your mind may tell you is
you’re swimming
skimming above the waves, butterfly
back stitching until the sky
not only embraces but saves and defines

above the underworld of silt-filled
overturned disorientation, you’re
okay, breathing
through prehistoric lungs, gills
slapping closed and open again, benign

body one more shipwreck,
flakes appearing out of nowhere
aligning light and shadow: a
Niagara Falls of synapses and neurons
firing with the brakes on into the unknown

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The F.U. Society Assaults Itself

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Always those who claim to be awake
to the machinations which once claimed
their eyes, specious cretins
simply could not stand the chaotic mess
of their own unholiness finally found
a place each could settle in unafraid
temporarily until the new fashions kick in
describing perspectives sieved out of merde
and disguises for the rich to be bribed
who in former times only would require
the cold hard cash of a world by numbers
now designed by idiots to be so inclusive
everyone’s abandoned the prize
of singularity to assume the podium

Where worship plies its dirty diatribe as
the tools of media raise up
truth as the equivalent of gossip, being
famous equal to significance while minor
deities involved in the exclusive province
of the arts decide each must join
by committee the conversation they had
never started, the followers
of extinction erasing history, denying
who suffered to what degree by opinion, not
informed expansive and learned perspective
in a whirlwind self-made by cowards
each inauthentic each incipiently Stalin
on a merry-go-round ride yelling, I’m not blind

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Another


I blame the idea of Jesus for war. Not the lie of religion, the notion of promise held back. The idea of death in
willful submission: the preceding torment, humiliation.

Not even as metaphor.

The unimaginative score of better than them, the need for an excuse to wipe out those who’d murder again.

The ensuing bullshit culture of fools entrained to believe what others deceived yet consider themselves better. So superior.

The brain broken to gray lines of profit and gore, mind denied by corporate whores.
Paine abandoned in the score.

Each sheer hallucination of triumph and lies dedicated to going blind: call it entertainment
or the false triumph of idiots designed to disallow facing themselves.

Even the lack of honor bestowed is a plague of progression to stay steeped in slaughter:
a process allowed blindly considering the nature of the bore.

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Other Planets

After almost a thousand moons, maybe
the 25th thousand day comes close to being,
I watch my cat at pray for clues to relax.

The ritual solicitation of food and comfort,
each scent assuring familiarity, if not
with the countdown to coming respite, then

The objects known to be supportive, which
strengthen resistance amid a resignation
of slow seeping rest necessary for renewal

Where my body suggests reference for viability,
each current of air, each twitch of muscle
as I sink into invisibility within the worlds

I inhabit central to those that orbit, renew
the magnetic fields gradually until I find
myself standing once again, or investigating

other planets

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Queen St. East

cover photo of Toronto, Ontario

The jaw slacks, with the weight
of the body’s loss,
to an inexorable acknowledgement

The brain is unfettered
in its jug; spilling over
with the nostalgia of alcohol

Flat on their backs, near Moss
Park, curled fetus-like, the
inhabitants whirl in a static frenzy of

Enfeeblement, any amusement here
sublingual: the posthumous twitching
of cynics en masse

©Dean Baker

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