..from DARK EARTH.. ‘Widows’


Poetry, lyrics and prose of Dean J. Baker

Their heads are bent
By another death:
the unlovely child
you always knew too much about.
They are carrying themselves.

They are carrying themselves
With taunts of Spring.
Do you not see how
they drive:
to meet the grinning, opened mouth.

©Dean Baker

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Poetry, lyrics and prose of Dean J. Baker

Cultural news of the day: Batman cacked, Isis attacked.

I #amwriting some great poems, but only I noticed.

Without alteration in these things –
whether I receive the Pulitzer Prize, or the Grand Slam
at that archetype of fine dining Denny’s – of
inverted totalitarianism where many fleas
attract unyielding attention to the minor
buzz and bite they and their
like contrive of architectural articulation –
describing exactly nothing in a unmemorable way

Of fake celebratory revelations enshrining deceit
and denial, while concealing
the approach of the creeping dead:
obviously our culture is poised for doom in this false dominion,
once again.

©Dean J. Baker

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from Of The Dominions Unleavened… ‘JUST’


Poetry, lyrics and prose of Dean J. Baker

Just because you have a voice
does not mean you have something to say
Just because the medium is available
does not mean you should use it
Because you can read does not mean
your understanding extends beyond the page

The only authority is not recognition since
lots of idiots recognize other fools:
they do not know they’re idiots, so
what could your excuse be in the baa-baabbling

Add to the cacophony, the rabble thrust
in hopes of being understand by overwhelming force
See, you too could be a numbskull

Perhaps right now you believe you’re thinking
well who do you think you are
how’d you get here, who supports this
and where is all your money and women, or men

Where’s the inviolable dignity
suggesting connections to the universe, greater
than the plague of miseries and toll-road joys
Show us, now

Refer please to the first words spoken here

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from one of my latest books – ‘In Its Beginnings’ from Celestial Migrations In The Empire


Poetry, lyrics and prose of Dean J. Baker

Every time I show you who I am,
you set me on fire saying Ash is such
a wonderful camouflage against disguise

For the patient kind not seeking to surprise,
love is the ordinary task
of managing consciousness and fine things

With pliers against skin, that velvet sin
no more, you bring me nothing
in the chemical exchange of mysteries

Undefined in our new century, we
map the boundaries unexplored
and fittingly prepare for the next disappearance

To materialize at our door: soliciting
butterflies who applaud our heart,
minus the clumsy contraption of wings

© Dean J. Baker

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‘O Valentine’ from Celestial Migrations In The Empire


so buy and enjoy a book of mine – thanks!

Poetry, lyrics and prose of Dean J. Baker

O Valentine, such as this divine,
flesh of mine, let me claim the lie
which makes of everything
the low and high; the law, of crime
unrecognized, the deed a habit
of disguise for what is used and true
in each instance of denial we renew

Allow me no refusal where only I
decide between the garden and the gruel,
each banquet of removal on which we dine
so heartily even as I speak of
you in vowels, whispered in a time
gathering beneath this light
in arms we take from darkest night

© Dean J. Baker

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from Celestial Migrations In The Empire…’ Casting Runes Consisting Of The Landscape’


Poetry, lyrics and prose of Dean J. Baker

Born a second time on stones, over
grown cold and rough; stunted
self-regarding souls
bare moss hung on the indeterminate
hillside, while above or below, world

Carries on, you wake no longer weightless
unloved, at most a familiar comfort
paralysed or a ghost unseen; invisible,
deluged by complaints,
groaning over the abyss, its larger unwillingness

To hold onto anything you celebrate,
polishing the bones
of flesh hieroglyphs telling the same
story: casting runes consisting of the landscape,
to witness or map never enough

© Dean J. Baker

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.. from OF THE DOMINIONS UNLEAVENED… ‘Irrevocable’


Poetry, lyrics and prose of Dean J. Baker

Little murderers peek out from the lunar
landscapes of childrens’ faces, planning coups
and staging raids before the inevitable

Plots to corner the markets on candy, the
desperate strategies required
to defeat the giants, take over the world

Lilliputian generals gather around
the kids’ card table, filled
with talks of how others quit and failed

Minor incidents of resistance illustrate
lessons learned, while
a fierce determination strengthens inside

Revenge and retribution hide behind
the trifling smiles, flashlights
and toys stashed under blankets for the raids

Later, as campfires burn across battlefields
unnamed, little soldiers make their pride
with this astronomy of lights their solemn guide

©Dean J. Baker

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