Modern Romantic


 

 

 

 

 

 

Come on over to my room
I’m in a bad way

I see that’s how it is with you
I’ve been thinking of someone
You have been thinking of them too

Let’s take advantage of each other
Our morals are unassailable
Let’s be different and not call it love
Though that won’t solve our problems

Let us be honest in our insincerity
Admit we wish again we could be
With the unbroken flame:
that one most unavailable

You’ll have to excuse me once more
I lost my manners for a few years
I’m happy where I’ve always been

Who needs another death, amidst
The incestuous circle of ghosts and friends
If you agree, I’ll meet with you sometime

When you nor I remain, haunted,
by this and other affairs of cash flow:
the adulterated distances of loose ends

©Dean Baker

-excerpt from Silence Louder Than A Train, 103 pages, $7.99, ebook $2.99
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Of Insomniacs And Amnesia


 

 

 

 

 

 

I could not sleep
until I learned to stay
awake:
the words of your betrayal
speak loud and clear, in
every action that you take
As though you keep
behind those swept green eyes
each secret of defeat

As if carrying on,
when the days are dark
could be all;
but I must travel far,
to gain back
the self I lost in torment
Loving you, forever as I do,
amid such careless lives:
tossed upon the world, against that splash of blue

©Dean Baker

-excerpt from Silence Louder Than A Train, 103 pages, $7.99, ebook $2.99
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Che Bella Causa.. Il Gran Rifiuto


Murder the murderer,’ Henry Miller.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They say Hitler murdered six million.
I ask what about the massacre
of the Polish officers in the Katyn forest.

Or Stalin’s documented record concerning
the forty-three million deaths he ordered, all of
whom were his own people? Which Mandelstam
glowingly described in his transcendent poem
to the Russian, naming him ‘The Cockroach,’
immediately prior to his camp goodbye note.

How can this or any other deaths
matter to me when friends are not involved?
I think of a people suicided by indifference.

Monsters rushing in to ride the reins
of a great refusal; apathy, and
sullen insignificance
harnessing the egomaniacal chains: descending
broken halos amid a true religious refrain.

©Dean Baker

-excerpt from Silence Louder Than A Train, 103 pages, $7.99, ebook $2.99

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Your Worship


 

 

 

 

 

You admire many saints like Kerouac,
cirrhotic and Mommy fixed
or blessed socialist Ché, dentist, mass
murderer to save all from themselves

isn’t that always the trick: take the stage,
make the obvious stick, become sage
for your talk of it while morons follow
only your parthenogenetic lapse of ideas

Chained to the hollow tree scorpion
built, you venerate your images
that exist smoke on water, fog drawn
uncomplicated, face it: lost, adrift from

any reality except mansions on stilts,
poison liquid no refreshment sifting inwards,
the drowned world afloat
soliciting sacrificial goats for forward bliss

You cannot count in these perverse
mathematics, only
unlearn the parade of ideals
those trophies made for ghosts upon appeal

©Dean Baker

Fifth Column


 

 

 

 

 

 

Your mental patient
your frightened child
Your valiant labor
your devotion to disguise
Your operation of hatred
your fuel for disease
Your criminal deceit
your crippled insanity
Your honored society of mothers
and the mediocre

Your orphan’s defeat
the man who retreats
Your sister and brother
no other no other
Your gift of self-pity
your splendid unclean no joy no joy
O vanity the brainwashed
Your obscene Mr.Mitty
your whipping boy
The compromise in this melody

©Dean Baker

The Industry Gargoyles


 

 

 

 

 

 

The problem in detail: a petrified forest, and the dead giants of nursery rhyme.
Where could you go, that wasn’t part of these monoliths, with money coming true?

Bred to the false; your old job this cornucopia of clues: anything would serve, and do.
Except abdication.

It must be at least perfect.

At forty the stairs fold up. A lethal accordion piping sentiment. Retiring into the
careful distance of theology.

Hence, the slow sunset of pain.

Our nostalgia for this absurdity.

©Dean Baker

-excerpt from Soliloquies Of The Horizons, The Prose Poems, Vol.2, 102 pages, $7.99, ebook $2.99

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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

-excerpt from In Riparian Fields, 102 pages, $7.99, ebook $2.99->In Riparian Fields Ebook

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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‘…savagely introspective…’

Dean’s books will someday be required reading…’

Metaphysical


 

 

 

 

I went for my metaphysical, the other day. Well, daylight saving though I didn’t have much interest in that, transposition or not from one place to another: the same grace. Said.

The sign read ‘The Doctor Is.’

I went, reminding myself to change that. I saw I came undressed except by notions of this and that: I did not want to Hegel. Okay?

The first patient left, my turn arrived on this portentous carnival ride. I heard the physician cry, ‘Nyet!’ in a tangle of languages where I had once anticipated arrival.

She pushed all my buttons, coughing a smile discreetly as I turned my head in riotous admiration as I left; righted, presenting prematurely the evidence for my denial, or invisibility among other artefacts.

Am I, I asked.

I rectum you’re fine now, she replied.

I knew then the ride was mine, but the circus was another atmosphere in its entirety. That if you take your hand and place it on me to steady yourself I still will not yell Yow, eh.

Be there, anyhow.

The physician’s rag is a flag of surrender, of sweet pink or sad brown: all mixed colors decide on the palette of pride, the deceit of renown.

Famed in your own mind, a non a mist or the precipitates of hyacinth hooves slashing the gravitational field gathering grace along the wide curves of an indistinguishable weight unmeasured by these hinges of eyesight louvering

each different and altered perspective, each word used out of expectation like carnivorous ghosts rippling heat across raised skin of the bodies in this bed of leaves

where night is a diurnal dust, garlands of

delivered semaphores and the entelechy of no trust betrayed, yet loved.

Dr. Dean, at your cervix, I replied.

©Dean Baker

-excerpt from All These Being Hinterlands, 84 pages, $7.99, ebook $2.99

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Evolution


 

 

 

 

 

 

The gorilla is swinging
From the rooftops
of a civilization he haunts.
In the back yard of this circus,
The pile of corpses
grows steadily higher.
He handles them quite gently;
as if they were puppets:
no sign of excessive violence.

There aren’t any distinguishing
marks on these tools
foolish enough to get caught.
The ape will oblige whomever
it is wants to be in on the act.
Since he grew weary of his hospital
cage, he falls on their beds
from a great height, always
bearing bouquets.

Poems, evil smelling ways for
achieving wealth; a proverbial
monkey on his back
because it has happened again.
This time nobody gains consent.
He didn’t intend to be provocative,
his hemorrhoids were inspiration.

©Dean J. Baker

-excerpt from Silence Louder Than A Train, 103 pages, $7.99, ebook $2.99

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#Poetry …nothing like you’ve seen before… me, either

‘Poetry that is classic and timeless.’

Vital, intense and uncompromising – singular in clarity, artistry, and authenticity.’

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