by jhon baker

Van Gogh, 120 years dead by his own quarrel with life lost.
Recently I was at the Chicago Art Institute and stood in front of The Bedroom – breaking tears as he is the only painter that can make me weep with a stroke from his brush. His genius and madness is evident on every square centimeter of canvass.
 I have never seen his final painting, Wheat Field with Crows, and wish to stand long in sight of it, I am convinced that I will understand when it the presence of this masterwork. A good reason to visit Amsterdam.

it’s Thursday

woke up this morning and it was pouring rain, welcoming spring I slept in
late late. I had dreams that although I was married with a boy and my age,
I was naked in High School, but in dream I really didn’t care.

My older brother hit me in the head with a golf club,
while I was six, according to my mother,
broke open my skull,
according to the golf club.

Now I blame him for everything. like the instability.

 – Hoc Scripsi

10 Comments to “Sunflowers”

  1. Yes, good reason for Amsterdam(you are married so the brothels are OUT)..
    I run out of words to praise your thoughts and poems..

    but I do love your wee”Buk” poem.. Kewl!!

  2. eh, who needs brothels when A) my wife far surpasses all others and B) see letter A

  3. “according to the golf club.”
    That is pure genius!

    My brother fractured my skull with a croquet mallet. I'll send the link if I can find the damn thing…

  4. Because I like your name, and because I like your occupation, I couldn't resist renaming your blog on my list (now that I added…how was it that you were not on it? that's what happens when you use bookmarks!): 'Jhon – Occupation: Poet'.


  5. Thank you Imola, I like them as well, they suit me. and the hours are long, but rich rich rich.
    Pat! I was also six! and needless to say we don't see eye to eye.

  6. Same with me and my brother…

  7. Totally unrelated to this post:

    I went to my local, hole in the wall coffee shop this am.. Ran by an 80-something yr old Cuban gentleman.. In the corner was a young man that could have been your twin, smoking a cigarette ( I know you quit), drinking his coffee, writing book open and his eyes to the sky as if waiting for his thoughts to fall onto the clean page.. I wish I had of had my camera. the likeness to you was uncanny..

    Hope you don't mind I wrote that here..feel free to delete at your leisure..

  8. I've seen photos of this gentleman before – never met him though – I wonder if he is a traveler from the future and cannot actually meet me for fear that one of us or both will vanish instantly.
    I only delete spam. besides people should know that there is a parallel me.

  9. … according to the golf club.

    🙂 That was beautiful.

    Glad to have been found/glad to find.


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