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July 4, 2011

ill-sleep

by jhon baker

night full of sounds keeping my attention burned toward all windows and doors. Fireworks last night coming from the abandoned golf course/coyote home tempting nature to blaze a fire in the tall grass. I nearly roused myself to avoid the fitful turning and secluded in my writing room to answer letters and reach out to some who do not send letters.
I’d a poem in mind which needed writing and ended as a haiku last night – but may be expanded or not. Shortened possibly.
nightmares which I instantly recall in vivid color but cannot bring myself to verbalize here or in life. I long to sleep without bad dreaming and without attention to sound.

I listened to Jesus Christ Superstar remembering when I last saw this show. After, as I stood behind a woman in a beautiful fur coat (bunny I believe) smoking a cigarette – Somehow I managed to burn several holes through the fur to resemble a smiley face – I don’t know how that happened but it did, and that was the second time it happened to me. A number of people saw it but no-one said a word and all of them smiled.

I have a problem with people who don’t live in the extreme north wearing fur.

I’m a hypocrite as I wear leather shoes, belt and jacket – the jacket while I am riding the m/cycle. No-one has ever thrown blood on me but I don’t think I’d blame them.

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July 4, 2011

Happy 4th!

by jhon baker
 (if only I’d gone to school to learn to blow shit up, I could have done this for a living)

For my overseas readers – read the title line as – Happy Monday!

(this will have to do as finding an image for happy Monday that wasn’t cheeky or didn’t involve breasts and kittens was too much work.)

What I think is that we celebrate on the incorrect day. Unless what we are actually celebrating is the declaration of war or the intent to be independent and taxed by our own people.

To celebrate our actual independence it ought to be moved not to the sixth of July (which was the original celebratory day but the fourth sounded better (citation needed)) but to September 3rd in recognition of that fateful day in 1783 where we actually gained independance and collectively said “what now?” – to be answered by “I don’t know, we’re fucking broke – someone call China or start taxing the peeps, or both.” (citation needed).

But, I write this in America where we love our violence and wars, bloodshed is best remembered with a lot of explosions and many many missing fingers.

So, today I am playing the hell out of my ukulele and spending much time on the about to be painted deck.
here is another image which I found but couldn’t fit in anywhere else.

(this is the kind of stuff that eliminates fingers from children and stupid men.)

premature ejaculation

firecrackers, bottle rockets and gunfire.
July 3rd premature ejaculation punctuating
already poor sleeping summer night.

roman candles blue center light sizzling
like so many horribly dangerous sparklers
blinding and burning.

mortars shake the house and

dozens of fingers and hands sacrificed
at the alter of popular patriotism.

 – Hoc Scripsi

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July 3, 2011

Judas

by jhon baker

For several years I’ve thought about Judas. My intention is a long poem. My intention is to visit this theme as a poetic eulogy and I’ve thought and thought.

The Jesus kisser.

I am informed by the Gospel of Judas Iscariot.

Judas got a raw deal.

I am also informed by the clarity of non-indoctrination and the curious mind.

Judas has been marked for eternity by possibly well meaning folk but misdirected and Judas’ actions have been greatly misunderstood. What would you do?
What if your leader, companion, most trusted adviser and advocate asked you to betray. Would you be the friend that you have purported to be or would you actually betray by not following these wishes. We must remember that they were after Jesus regardless of Judas’ finger and kiss and silver paid. We must remember that the wheels had been turning against him, he would be found but the only thing that could be controlled by the 12 (or 13, and I think 13) was how and where.

Asked not to understand, asked not to explain or have the revelation needed or peace it would offer, asked to send shepherd away to be slaughtered by the shepherd.

Judas was no coward but displayed strength and fortitude that I doubt many have, it must be why he was chosen from the go.

I mourn Judas, wish to eulogize him, offer him his proper epitaph, his song –

“You will exceed all of them. You will sacrifice the man that clothes me.”

Jesus knew what has to transpire – and if there was divine vision, he knew before he shook that hand of the man who would kiss him.

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July 1, 2011

this makes 4 in a year.

by jhon baker

All the raccoons seem to die in my backyard. There are now two perished which I will have to bury later today. K came in the bedroom weeping over the deaths. She is a mother and feels for the mother and children of all animals. Her compassion, sometimes hidden, has always made her beautiful.

nature has a way of knocking the wind out of you.

Ukulele’s are a blast to play.

County stickers are due to be on vehicles today – I suppose I ought to go get one or two.

I’ve no interest in the goings on of wall street thought, again, I ought.

Now I need some wood, paint and a few other things that will go unmentioned as they are interesting only to myself and voyeurs.

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