I’m Happy

I’m happy when
no pain intrudes
money’s not an interlude
good, sufficient food
more than what’ll do
when it comes to clothes
shoes, transportation
technology
when I don’t think about
what I must do without
every night in day

and I don’t hear the liars
the ignorant at play
saying money you know
is the root of all evil
or money can’t buy happiness
as they watch the poor
shuffle sideways
when it comes to this or that
which they keep under their hats
no problem when it comes
as long as they know where to shop

©Dean Baker

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Dick And Jane – 1 –


See Jane. See Dick. See Jane run. Jane is running because Dick is chasing her.

See Dick run. See Dick chase Jane.

See Jane fall down and snap off one of her tits. See Dick laugh.
See Dick ass-fuck Jane because she teased him. See Dick break his dick off in Jane.
See Dick and Jane. One tit, and no dick.

The happy couple.

See Jane lying at the bottom of the Hill. See Jane’s legs spread out at the bottom of the Hill.

See Jane’s open legs covered with a hat by Dick. See Dick being thoughtful.

See Dick yell, “Better get that cop out of there!”

See Dick go back on duty.

Oh, oh, here comes Mr. Spot.

©Dean Baker

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Work which illuminates as it informs – a reviving sense of discovery and perspective.’

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Desperate Metaphors, aka Please Eat Me

Certainly, I’m going to expect a measure of upset when I say that the idea of the vaginal monologues caused
all manner of unbidden images to arise.

A small mannish figure standing in front, not yelling ‘ricola’ but ‘Hellooo, helllooo, hellllooo’…. receiving no answer
saying, ‘damn, that’s deep,’ with the last words ‘…eep’ echoing endlessly.

Or three little bears popping out whispering, ‘Shhh, she’s still hibernating.’

Mostly what came to mind with the idea of the talking horn of plenty was ‘ok, who’s the ventriloquist’:
what maroon decided to perversely define themselves by identifying with what colloquially some women refer to as ‘Miss Thing,’ re: Addams Family.

I’m only guessing that one of these images would not endear me to the fierce and rabid.

Conversely, what guy would wish to be defined by a talking cock. Look what happened to Adam when Eve gobbled the apples.

Because you can define a metaphor that seems to work when you’re catering to desperate classes of individuals, indulgence
in doing so reflects a lack of integrity of aptness and significance that is completely obvious when it is caricatured.

You know: like, ‘Baa, baa black sheep, have you any wool, Miss’?

Or, you like flowers too much, hand-puppet. Recall that paper cut up and offered forward with fingers
stuck inside, mouthing ‘wah, wah’ as Charlie Brown’s teacher’s voice cries.

That’s your glove: no identifying characteristics, no sense of comfort or love. Just the camouflage of
denial amid a festival of accusation not open to rebuttal.

As if mystifying, something you can’t quite put your finger on.

But who’d settle for that dark penumbra over their heads like a damaged halo or suffocating cover not to protect or alter
anything, but to suffocate any dissent with a limping impediment guaranteed to establish a hindrance to exactly what it claims to desire removal.

An unholy dunce cap more suited to the complainant than the suggested defects of its focus, and in that a distracting
dialogue of broken tongues and cunnilingual displacement evoking the true hunger not named.

You know the last thing you ought to do is clam up like some wounded sea-lion flapping its gums, or Venus on the half shell come true, all silent and dumb.

©Dean Baker

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At 4 A. M.

The more rest I get, the less trouble
relaxing; the more medicine needed
to sleep, the less peace:
unable to relax, the more stress pressing
to wake, attack and fix

To be on guard against what
already exists
at 4 a.m. regardless of anything: damn
bacterium, tapeworm of the soul.

©Dean Baker

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Work which illuminates as it informs – a reviving sense of discovery and perspective.’

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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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Work which illuminates as it informs – a reviving sense of discovery and perspective.’

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‘The most unique set of poems I have ever read’

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‘…savagely introspective…’

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