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

Noble Rot – after Turdsworth – from The Eschatological Dog


after Turdsworth

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wandered lonely as a turd
through the bowels of aching sheep;
beyond the alimentary canals

Where there is no sudden word, past
dreams we do not keep
far from the maddening crowd –

Exploding on the scene that sweeps
small animals which creep
within the visions of my nightmare scene

Towards a breaking dawn, no loss
erupting in passion’s blast: a knowledge
of the heap on this salad bowl I’m tossed

©Dean J. Baker
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Trespassers – check out Petty Gods Of Apparent Decline


 

 

 

 

 

 

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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from Silence Louder Than A Train – 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

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Turd Burglars


Poetry, lyrics and prose of Dean J. Baker

a rupi for your non-thoughts

If poetry, art and perspective,
was meant
was meant to be
sort, stunted, stutterings
to be taken
metawhorically by minds
unconcerned, dismissive of

what craft can bring
expressive of a mental decline
displaying high signs
pretentious to higher worth
of learning, fine tuning ability
of sight and sound
thus understanding

no difference would be
seen
between the quibblers of
misdirection in language
literary traffic police
causing clash and crash
for cash

than those excremental
artistes scribbling visions
on shithouse walls
while believing those who read
those words of wit
rolled into little balls, resigned
should eat those little balls of shit

now designed

©Dean J. Baker

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Toronto: This Used To Be My City


 

 

 

 

 

 

This used to be my city, that had
not become a Third World country
where I’d fail to classify immigrants
by their methods or prospects
for wielding murder, the damages

Where I would walk past midnight
unarmed except for poetry and my guitar,
mobile from Bloor St. to Queen
past 2 am for the streetcar, no thoughts
given to congregations of assholes

The offers of women, drugs and other
lies laid out with the singular subway
the medium for contrary ways of
contained assault: the coward commuters,
guilty bystanders crouched in conquest

Now hunched and mouing in defeat, the
cops state your word against theirs always,
the crowd scurries around in escape;
the millionaires have taken over the short
parade, not saying: you’ve been priced out of existence

© Dean J. Baker 

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