Mortification

 

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Fuck death, and
the isolation of this little room,
the issue or content of the womb
human flesh, which
burns out like a slow coal


Or gathering icicle
in foreknowledge of the sun,
under which I am the only one:
who disappears, abandoned by
and abandoning everything

©Dean Baker

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Measuring Gravity With Grace


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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Secrets

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The depth of my soul cannot be measured by the lack of currency
in my possession.
The coins of your success do not notch failure in my heart, which
lies forever in your thoughts.

Many talented Golem walk, wander the streets of cities, such as
Nashville and Toronto, convinced of their importance. They light
the pages of the military’s internet.
They are not my army. But your conscripts into the columns, churning
towards honey and God amid the eternal dust.

The secret you keep from everyone is: nothing you have or possess
will be kept safe; everything will be taken, everyone lost is already found,
nothing you task is sacred or profound.

I am the thief who has stolen these moments, remaining
unconvinced the poet’s garret suggests anything, but the poverty of
your own inabilities you please yourselves to call imaginations.

More wealth is mine than you could dream. And that is how I keep
the world of your possessions, with a benediction and a song: a heartbeat.

Dance now, in your cage of bones, as the flames burn higher. Don’t
ask me to help when all along I have done what I can, offered sustenance:
thrown all things up in the air the better to be seen.

And all you’ve done is to dispatch the crows to steal the shining stars
and pretty things you could never hope to own.

This is the embrace, the kiss you have been waiting for: a secret even
now you have lusted after, and towards.

There is no end.

©Dean Baker

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I Used To Loiter Endlessly


I haven’t felt good forever
I’m not going to tell you about it
outside the realms of poetry
and the women
plus the rhythms of music, there
isn’t actually anyone who cares
to hear the sad dystopian tale
of an artistic loneliness since you
decided we share the same problem
but separately

not all of this could be known
not all of this could be known together
not any of this would be shown
by the solitary sharing
the fact that somewhere along
the way
a passenger fell off the train
beside the river I have not visited since
when I used to loiter endlessly
on the lookout for the arrival of beauty

©Dean Baker

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