A Nation Of Lunatics


 

 

 

 

 

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.

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

© Dean J. Baker

-excerpt from Silence Louder Than A Train

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Stages


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I put one of those nasal strips
across pages torn at different levels
I wanted them to breathe to feel
their own distinction
the efflorescence of the distinctly drawn
how care is visible in many stages
and the different poems
come together in celebration, without
knowing they are red-headed stepchildren
of the original
composed long ago, moments before
I sat on the columned porch
alive, watching
the Kentucky sky and fields slowly
bereft of sun, cattle
slithering snakes
and the dawn drop beauty for whom
this is and always will be told

© Dean J. Baker

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The Moon Worn Tides – Soliloquies Of The Horizons


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© Dean J. Baker

The Leaf Suicides


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The leaf suicides throw themselves
from the heights, delighting in their recklessness
with one more flight, no matter
the destination or final landing

Gloriously they twist and swing
through the invisible air, without care or thought
to what has brought them here
where they reach again for the unyielding

To season or the scenery observed
as they wheel and sing silently downwards:
these I do not compare with anything,
as they and you and I prepare for winter’s abandoning

© Dean J. Baker

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Awards… for the new books


Awards are always a welcome surprise.  These received from the world-renowned McLaughlin Library, awarded through The University of Guelph, I treasure, along with the other two awards I received from them in 2010 for my first books.

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© Dean J. Baker

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Invitation


DarkEarth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You’ve caught me with
my suicide mask wearing thin -
Death, an old sidekick
and various forms of unrequited love;
accompanied by
virgin humiliation,
strike the bone of the ghost-ridden
music that echoes in the
hollow of my heart

I want you to take
some of your old medicine;
this hate, this emaciated bitterness
and the dehydration of the body,
the loveless trough
throat and lungs make amid the unheard

Pulsing of a sick sun
in the pumped-out stomach ache.
God, I’m tired of being late -
suiting my person to a fool’s
tailor who labors blind for the emperor;
and does not know
the difference between desire and dust:
nor these odd goodbye scenes
conveying no taste of
the final, approaching lust

© Dean J. Baker

- excerpt from DARK EARTH – great reviews

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Moderne


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a state suspended, awaiting animation
where your duty is to complete finalities
neither what you think or feel matters, sometimes
it may even seem so to yourself, but reaching
an edge to risk flight or falling like lead
if the road didn’t appear every moment every time

You lift your foot, mechanically –  since there’s no
answer coming back, the voracious vacuum
consuming every twitch of breath, where it’s
impossible you would even fall -
asleep easily, this night and day of pretenders
in costume doing it all successfully for the candy crusade

© Dean J. Baker

My three new booksMeasuring Gravity By Grace, Poems 1970-1980, Vol 1., Our Geographies, Poems 1970-1980, Vol.2, and The Transits Of Revelation, prose poems available on Amazon.

ALL BOOK PRICES ARE CURRENTLY REDUCED.  A VOLUME DISCOUNT IS AVAILABLE FOR REVIEWERS AND OTHER PURCHASERS UPON REQUEST.