from Dark Earth… A Tourist Observing Ruins


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This house is so broken,
with the images
of what might have been;
the last experiment
a scientist’s shattered facilities,
a chemical residue

There is no cure for what
you think of tomorrow:
the hero in northern absences,
abandoned on an R.C.M.P post; perhaps
dying of tuberculosis in Rome,
longing to say ‘I did return’

While you and I are two guests
in the burned-out town,
survivors open to investigation;
departing into no sudden sunsets,
amid this most ordinary life:
of quarrels, and lovers gone

©Dean Baker

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from DARK EARTH – ANTIC


 

 

 

 

 

 

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 Baker

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Poolitics


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do not belong to the Church of Trump, the cult
of crazy so-called politics being
borderline personalities excreting their will
to smother talk and rationale in false triumph
of the Jehovian I am because I say I am, being
nothing more than metaphysical jam: tart mostly
with the bitter bread of unrisen yearning

A spiritual burning of self-defeat the inverted
totalitarianism informing on themselves,
amid carved crosses and scythes, scimitars –
the broken swords of an unwillingness to be vulnerable,
trusting no one who does not resemble
their own pachydermic pride of swollen egos:
the abyss where all lost tribes now eventually go

©Dean J. Baker

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Rules For Nothing


 

 

 

 

 

 

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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Anywhere


 

 

 

 

 

 

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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Holly, No Wood…


 

 

 

 

 

 

The vacuous perfidy of clowns
requires the brass
of bronze, gilded
globes of what’s in pawn

Called golden, fatted
calves all
talk, anything else’s
invisible except

Hoorahs, cash
swag
the pirates walk
off these broken

Planks
lumbering forward
skyward bubble bursts:
believers scrag the political world

What a bunch of stiffs unfurled

©Dean J. Baker

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The night highway
a long unending light

a lucky charm against
superstition of the unborn folk

trespassers on the road
carrying darkness in their clothes

©Dean J. Baker

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