The Fountain

When I was a child I promised myself
since grown-ups had such big heads
I could never become them. Who
would want that impediment looming like some
some strange balloon unable to float or fly.

Besides, there was always something. One
could think of whatever did not count, another
act this way while being entirely surprised.
Some brought light. Some who broke the sky
into noise and dust embraced only tears and lust.

Others would be Halloween, seeming kind
yet flapping alive like bottled flies.
All that appeared was the buzz of lies, from
those who could not smile inside.
Happiness is on its way home some other time.

Now I peer out from this old skin, tired at
times with eyes dim, fatigue grown in as though
I’d forgotten that child. If you know
exactly what hasn’t been said or whispered,
you own the answer to all those questions unasked.

The games changed. The shadows no more
threaten: the prize never alters our vision.
I hold things close already gone. I choose
what welcomes these new born; refuse the dead
who turn to argument to forever destroy.

You and I here we know these things. What’s
unsaid, what merely seems to be; a wish kept
wild with breath, blessed with an apparent
coincidence which some suspect, others dare:
the hidden joy, the fierce trust of each beautiful child.

©Dean Baker

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Accepting The Challenge

It’s not meant to be an old trick. I
found myself, finding
you.
No formula for words to please.

You cannot heal the deaf god.
Consult the lists
of dialog,
obituary notices your spirit keeps.

I came to it broken,
a full stop:
never knowing there already was
no avenue of retreat.

©Dean Baker

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Rules For Nothing, or To Hell and Quickly With


To hell and quickly with
Obama and Trump and ***** Lives Matter
and Clinton of any generation:
evil clowns populating purgatorial justice,
T-shirt junkies of slogan and juice
tainting truth with confusion and cost
for the profusion of their own
iconographic pornography not being lost
in their condemnation to servitude for you.
Fuck all you chumps.
Memory’s the way back to the future.

The small snickering pet sounds
pretentiously mischievous resound too loud
and music’s gone,
alerting to the familiarity of minor
panic attacks like bedbugs without the crawl:
it’s the act and how, not attitude
or the pretension of
it’s how I think not merely what –
same goes for you, so you’re fucking doomed
sybaritic tools diaper full of abuse,
refusing to acknowledge greatness
unless it’s licensed by committee and groups.

You act like Stalin was a stranger, not
your closet mind constrained,
the real danger primed to be bought yet
we’re in the hands of talk, propagandists:
the true intellectuals have all but
abandoned us, mirror riven absent real thought
Hypnotized by the sheer number of
entitled imbeciles who do not want to work
at anything – shekels, drachmas, kopeks, gimme
dollars so the yakking buffalo heads decree
otherwise they’d be abandoned and certain
corporations would have less billions for thee.

Our intellectuals have surrendered –
the polemicists rule repeatedly, echoing
echoing everything that’s not new
said in a manner misconstrued for thinking
famous gossips of and for social invalids
the chattering monkeys consume tree to
tree, all that moves sideways
but they are not Lenny Bruce, and you
you could never be me or anything
resembling the only truth that matters first:
that you’re so special you won’t listen, and
no one can tell you anything with which you don’t agree

©Dean Baker

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A Nation Of Lunatics… from Silence Louder Than A Train

 

The anhedonics* have it; more pills,
loveless sex, booze and cash, all
forms of coping with the modern world.

Or athletics, politics, religion –
each interchangeable and dependent
upon the credulity of homo sapiens.

Enter the delusion of impending fame,
no less than cosmic significance, and
don’t forget the neighbors’ good opinion.

All this plus an ability to command
weather by temperament, along with
the omnipotent faculty of being bland.

Fueled by money and growing sophistication,
as the level of education sinks:
the picture of a people who cannot think.

©Dean Baker

*Anhedonia: Loss of the capacity to experience pleasure. The inability to gain pleasure from normally pleasurable experiences. Anhedonia is a core clinical feature of depression, schizophrenia, and some other mental illnesses.

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