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

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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.

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Dictation

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Wish I knew enough to write
something light;
other than wishes expressed,
designs on your beauty:
the midnight caress
of wind, salt and sea

The rhyming dictation
of what may come,
between you and me;
words unspoken suggest
non linguistically: as you smile
and all my dreams awaken

 

©Dean Baker

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Cassandra


This poem has kept me up
two nights

Not that you’re responsible –
I’ve been waiting too long

And though it’s late,
the lights are on.

But now it’s dark
as dark between the sleepers

Who gather beneath this toadstool
midget lawyers of professional corner advice

In a room I never use:
we can’t seem to be quiet about you, child.

What could I do
about official feasts –

Could I provide my grandfather’s excuse
and his high collar like this

The way wild, sly women
take their place

Beside a man
too weary for waiting.

Now the world
appears among your guests

Suddenly apparent and unwelcome
as an anonymous donor

The company stands around:
you are sick into the night.

©Dean Baker

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Sonnet


Your beauty no more than I can take
My words, that show, these rehearsals make.
I seek the gathering sun in this heart
Whose mud and stone drive me apart;
As from myself I want another I, that
Shines where darkness blots my sky.
And wheels over heaven I dare not count,
Unless by substance I increase amount,
Of those faults whose relief is sweet
By perfection stealing base needs from me.
As less than human I keep safe the crown
For shall be when it is underground:
Then do I know desire alone’s no infirmity
Which meets not the match that burns eternity.

©Dean Baker

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