by jhon baker

I was hoping to make it to at least three-hundred posts this year – I feel as though that this goal is unattainable at this point without posting around forty posts that would normally have been one.

Just having come in from snow throwing the drive and having my two stage 44″ thrower break it’s second stage, I am fit for a nap. I didn’t wake up all that early today but also didn’t sleep well at all last night. Such as it is and this is normal.

I ran out of cigarettes last night and this was nothing – Kara had some and dutifully went out after we finished the drive to procure some more for me.

My desk is piled with crap that I am not sure what to do with – except for the property tax bills. Those I have to pay. The other bills I wait for them to send about three notices with at least one stamped in red before I can be bothered to write the check. Then I pay using the stub from the first bill they sent. Especially if there is a late fee attached. There is, however, a new computer mouse which isn’t a mouse at all but the Apple track pad. Considering the state of my desk – I think have a mouse that doesn’t need to move around is going to enable my lack of desire for a cleaner and orderly desk.

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eating dinner by
two candle power
& glasses of water like

goblets of wine
between us,
we eat slowly,

laugh heartily
and are only drowning

in concern

clean skin, made
beautiful by artificial

 – Hoc Scripsi 
it has been recommended to me that I post a bit about why I sign my poetry with the “Hoc Scripsi” – I think I will do this soon. 
If you have any other posting suggestions I would love to hear them – I may ignore them until I don’t or all together but you never know. 
now to…
drink some OJ right out of the bottle,
step outside to smoke and turn my lungs a shade darker,
lay down in bed and nap badly until I am rustled awake,
dream of once again dancing a jig…
By the way – I never changed any names… 

8 Comments to “Sunday”

  1. I am reading words of a light hearted Jhon.. That is a good thing.. love the poem… much said in a few lines..

    If I think of a quastion, I'll pop back over. Still on java #1 so too early to properly think..

  2. Well I have a quastion ( see lynne can not spell correctly before java):

    When did you first start writing poetry? To include what was your first poem.

  3. lovely wonders.

    last line is powerful.

  4. Greetings, how are you?

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  5. “The other bills I wait for them to send about three notices with at least one stamped in red before I can be bothered to write the check…”

    Hilarious. We think alike.

  6. The bills…
    that is exactly why my wife took over the bills. She said i was driving her insane.
    She pays at the last minute, but I wanted them to invest in more postage before I did…

  7. Happy New Year, Jhon. 🙂


  8. I like this. there is a lot of poetry in the blogosphere, but not a lot worth lingering over. I love this blog which I've only just discovered and now must rush away from. But I shall return.

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