‘Antic’… from DARK EARTH


Goddamn the penny
Ante satanic antics of everyday

Adversarial lies that pass
As discussion, in which you

Assume, graceless
You’re above the fray

Competition you made
For a self

A mere ego stroke away
From having its heart

Attack itself in protest of the narcissism
And die

Suddenly disabused
Of the notion that others do not remain

Puppets in your museum
That monument to unholy lies

You enshrine until
The idea of sacrifice is suicide

The unpetalling of a rose
Your only crime

©Dean J. Baker

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I am not older, I merely
grew tired of the appearance
of endless beauty

I work under the conceit
of sore knees,
wrinkled youth, and duty

You believe these are for others
none applies to you
your hesitation certain doom

Come to me when truth
refuses your particular disability
while you are discovering

Death has no separate rooms
only the inevitability now
you ignore or later tell yourself you choose

©Dean J. Baker

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Oh The Winter Cars… from IN RIPARIAN FIELDS


 

 

 

 

 

Oh the winter cars tucked asleep
wake them carefully, brushed
with fragile pieces of the frozen deep

these return to us with swift thrusts
of broom and sweep, hidden
beneath a crust of ruined sugar we

transform by eye and creep around
not so merrily until the
world’s revealed the crystal sleek

becomes tin and chrome
the engine growls, the alien takes hold
the invasion so bold

we do not stop to speak
in tones
for which we have lost the faculty

©Dean J. Baker

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Jesus lived 3 years as himself, got dead.
Said Church was within you, but drink this.
Eat that, become cannibals. I’m coming
back, but I’m not telling when: spend some time
guessing. And
in the meantime, live. That’s all. Get
over yourself, or I will. Here it comes. I
don’t want to spend eternity all hung up on things.

Outside the crows and ravens
peck my eyes, the wind blows and I cannot
tell time. In the far
distance I hear something approaching, alive.
Pardon me if I dust my broom and ride.

What?
Never mind. You know I would not, could not, lie.

©Dean J. Baker

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At 6:13 a.m. in early September, Kentucky
amidst the cornfields, the shifting roofs
of tobacco barns sighing smoke, while my
cigarette blows into the sky, the
foreign country of night adrift

This is no Paris warning of impatience,
nor the London call of yobs, not even the
sloping downward hills of Athens bringing
light to white-washed buildings, Nescafe and biscuits
while discovering Seferis in a café

Certainly not New York from a high window
in the Chelsea, the plaques for writers
the celebrated lobby paintings, pianists
playing, while the gangs even now patrol
altering sides of 23rd St. West on varying nights
as the lights wink out

Everything, all these objects and history, rest
on invisible ideas, money and factories
for the new sheep of consumers, the
stupefaction of the ordinary, the loss of wonder:
the sheer and certain blunder seeming to move forward

 

©Dean J. Baker

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‘Sharbot Lake, Ontario’… from DARK EARTH


 

 

 

 

 

 

Cancer and its casual curse
Remains unspoken, for better
Or worse the winter morning we sweep
Around the curve of Highway 37

Out of the woods and covered trees
The cracking ice, the brittle breeze
Parked deep from the White Lake
Hatchery, the fish frozen cameos

Up the hill to the native restaurant
We’ll take bacon and eggs and toast
To satisfy our search for tomorrow
Our Ulyssean voyage for more

Across the drive to The Rising Bun
Bread baked, muffins tossed, all awake
On tombstone highways
Into the town of the Lake, at the top

Of the dawning Cortez hill, the dream
Of trees and blue, the quilt of scenes
From another life we borrow now
As it fills the cup of steam arising from the cold

©Dean J. Baker

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from THE MYTHOLOGIES OF LOVE… ‘Where The Poems Have Gone’


 

 

 

 

 

 

I have become too involved
in commerce,
the heavy traffic of books

The world’s greatest literature
bought for a song
in a second-hand shop

A handful on the shelf’s edge
expect to cheat the decision
history would not give

My patient heart storing crumbs
against the harvest:
this prayer always in progress

©Dean J. Baker

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‘INSOMNIA 2’…from OF FLESH SCULPTURES AND ABANDONED LOVE


This is the world at 6 a.m. when I am unasleep.
No one to whom I can speak, I smoke endlessly,
drinking water in peace, not subject to the night creatures.

I pay the freight for memories I can no longer afford, which
have become too expensive to keep. I wage a war against
scientists altering their opinions every generation, and
when the shift changes I am on strike against nothing.

Baffled by the culture of opinion for not noticing
I have been singing them out of the maze they
constantly reconstruct for decades, unsurprised they
would rather judge than love, since that is their place
in this Book Of Grudges they call society now.

I know that if by error they happen to read this poem, they
will be on my side and want to seek out those bastards of whom I speak.
If I could tell them, I might join in that glorious hunt.

I thought once there might have been someone in the
darkness, who was calling my name, eager to be found. Yet
it turns out there are many things in which I am mistaken.

They never said they do not want to harm me, and for that
latent honesty I am mostly grateful. I still do not believe we
have anything mutual to discuss and acknowledge.
At least until the next mistake is engraved, my name featuring prominently.

Where they sleep now is my territory, and I can be counted on
to lead them from their silent fears across the plains of night:
encouraging them to leap, allowing that they ought to dream
of sheep who fly off cliffs without knowing they too will awake.

©Dean J. Baker