The Science of Astronomy


 

 

 

 

 

This cannot be all my life comes to,
a clarion call in almost waking; the shout,
get up, get up now
there are things you must do before
the next transition takes its place, this
time is yours, and not a grocery list
of complaints or injustices but the way
neither slip equates to my non-existent
bank account: up, donkey

I hear the yell to wake wondering did
Shakespeare himself gather what he
would from books as well, then from
five centuries on will the poet ache
with reading until almost a half century mark
before the next beginning or art? If by
committee, yes to tepid knowledge.

But hardly in the doing itself. Songs must
sing like Dylan Thomas reciting, or Irving
Layton doing a reading. Poema, poema,
the blood sings through the scars
from which you bleed light having nothing
to do with the science of astronomy, or stars.

©Dean J. Baker

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Celestials


 

 

 

 

 

 

Philosophers posing as poets
prescribe, invite through
what they describe

Poets doing their work
won’t solicit
but elicit the fire and fight

The thin philosophes
abandon you outside
as much to say Imagine dat

You sit there saying
do your own job
I did not come here to apply

Your skeletons rattle
your bones shatter
your groan is a misshapen lie

What I want to know is
what matters
when there’s an absence of sky

©Dean J. Baker

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Lines Toward A New Language


 

 

 

 

 

Abandon the notion of style
that categories have more to say
that significance is engrained

the predominance of schoolyard
bullies, writing recognizable
the Breck girls’ chorus of vengeance regrets

not at all corrupt supporting
the least
similarity in structure and the stuttering

since all these dogs remain philosophers
desiring true believers, no brains
just blurbs manufactured by paid liars

the bribes publication, the tribe
writers following fashionably
the weave of experienced deceit

echoing, echoing not a sound
familiar flesh has not dropped
down just spread itself around for

the cannibal feast to celebrate
yet soon enough
bones grind like crisp fallen leaves

as each crackles it breaks
dust and ashes again
verisimilitude the same

language returns the liberty
each pretty fire a pleasant heat, which
colorful flames make of the defeat

©Dean J. Baker

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First Day


 

 

 

 

 

 

In this horror show holocaust, wherein
nightscapes arise to haunt in unspoken rage
the carnival cruise control breaks and familiar
torment takes the stage to twist and turn
with every ache, inflate in panic
which exaggerates the waste blown up

In hate and disgust, absent any affection
displayed in the hollow of lust, I pay
for lessons unlearned easy once, minus
straight A’s or any other false praise or distrust:
my mistake the focus on dirt as though
to satisfy ghosts on the seriousness

Where gone and awake prove worth in any
place not listening to value, I affect
betrayal, or forget whatever nonsense
disturbs my universe: as grace comes alive
each song echoes the untraveled worlds, and
I, at last unborn, cast eyes anointed with pearls

©Dean J. Baker

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Secrets


 

 

 

 

 

 

The depth of my soul cannot be measured by the lack of currency
in my possession.
The coins of your success do not notch failure in my heart, which
lies forever in your thoughts.

Many talented Golem walk, wander the streets of cities, such as
Nashville and Toronto, convinced of their importance. They light
the pages of the military’s internet.
They are not my army. But your conscripts into the columns, churning
towards honey and God amid the eternal dust.

The secret you keep from everyone is: nothing you have or possess
will be kept safe; everything will be taken, everyone lost is already found,
nothing you task is sacred or profound.

I am the thief who has stolen these moments, remaining
unconvinced the poet’s garret suggests anything, but the poverty of
your own inabilities you please yourselves to call imaginations.

More wealth is mine than you could dream. And that is how I keep
the world of your possessions, with a benediction and a song: a heartbeat.

Dance now, in your cage of bones, as the flames burn higher. Don’t
ask me to help when all along I have done what I can, offered sustenance:
thrown all things up in the air the better to be seen.

And all you’ve done is to dispatch the crows to steal the shining stars
and pretty things you could never hope to own.

This is the embrace, the kiss you have been waiting for: a secret even
now you have lusted after, and towards.

There is no end.

©Dean J. Baker

Anywhere… from Petty Gods Of Apparent Decline


 

 

 

 

 

 

You can be murdered anywhere, but
you’ll always die in Congress or in Parliament.

From a lack of care or indifference
to what’s said and done by everyone expecting
salvation be a ladder to Paradise, until
the stairs to another life declining repair
prove they lead nowhere but upside down.

Change will come eventually you think,
forgetting the war ongoing in everything
where slaughter is observed religiously,
statistics carved in counterfeit
register complaint surreptitiously proud.

To serve the perverted ego’s lazy appetite
for the curve of constancy, no matter what
it takes to frame familiar certainty:
mistaken for the truth still boasting loudly
for release from the cage of incessant proof.

In our recalcitrant lives something despairs,
training us for extinction as the prize.

©Dean Baker

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Your Beauty


 

 

 

 

 

 

Your beauty has nothing to do with you.
Just because I admire what’s
Sweet and good, does not mean it is true.

Your truth may be right and straight, but
This belongs to what is old, not new.
Your beauty has nothing to do with you.

Your wonder is all you may own, your
Joy at what inspires and works alone.
Your truth has never been a ghost.

Your beauty and your truth are one at last.
I can see them in the mirror now:
In the reflection, not the shadow that you cast.

© Dean J. Baker

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Adrift In An Ocean Of Imbeciles


Constrained by the easy consensus of cretins, brought down by the borrowings of boneheads, and held within the grasp
of the Holier Than Thou Goobers of limited and stinking so-called knowledge in their cannibalistic hamster cage of doubt and regret, I hear Dylan croaking,
Crickets are chirping,’ (and the world ends there) ‘the water is high..’
There’s a soft cotton dress..’ *

And it begins again: the noisy impudent world of opinion unearned and circumstance contrived by the unconscious who deliberate doubt when there isn’t room for it in this ship of retards schooled by ease, tormented by impunity, and entertained by that abscess within the cranial fold.

This is Dante’s ninth circle minus the seventh wave, leaching into the pit.

A hill of nightmare, conveyed by broken silences; the sudden rush of abruptly adopted pains, unplugged and unmitigated by the debt paid out through solitude served to the poor sustaining every temple.

Lead us o factotum, bring us to the river, drop us from the planes of existence – we will make pictures together as if history was contained in some other foreign, and forgotten weather.

One more chink in the chain, the defeatist gasps, then gasps again for reinforcement.

You always knew what it meant, now and forever.

©Dean J. Baker

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