Archive for March, 2012

March 28, 2012

the fine blade

by jhon baker

I imagine that all (3 or 4) that frequent this blog have already been to scribd to read ark and other poems – feel free to share that link on your own page and on FB – help make my poems the stuff of legend!

but did you also know that you can own a professionally printed version of ark and other poems from pepper press? by clicking on that link and buying the 6 dollar copy of ark you also will get a free copy of my previous chap put out by free penny press titled “gypsy bars, back alleys and one way streets” –

that is pandering.

this is a poem.

 

1. the bending of steel

poetry.

coffee.

a love of hard liquor.

rifles, shotguns, pistols

revolvers.

men were bound by

thinner threads then these.

 

2. hammering to form

poetry.

coffee.

a love of hard liquor.

rifles, shotguns, pistols

revolvers.

man’s bind was broken by

thinner threads than these.

 

3. the fine blade

beauty.

art.

love.

the eyes and body move

of a naked dancing muse.

man’s mind was broken by

thinner threads than these

 

– hoc Scripsi

March 24, 2012

short poem

by jhon baker

77°

birdsong crashing into my skull

backyard

77°

arms burned from reading in noonday.

now,

that star buries deep into the west,

casting shadow over greening grass.

– Hoc Scripsi

also: don’t forget to go to here and download your own FREE copy of ark and other poems

It will print as a letter size but can be had as a normal chapbook if you would like. Simply contact me with your desire (at jhonbaker@att.net) and I can lead you to the promised low price ($6USD) chap which comes with a copy of gypsy bars chap – both with art by Micael Chadwick and poetry by yours truly.

March 20, 2012

New chap!

by jhon baker

Here is a link for a new Chapbook put out by Pepper Press with cover art by Micael Chadwick.

 

http://www.scribd.com/doc/86078699/Ark-and-Other-Poems

 

Go! read now! download a copy or two and give them to friends!

March 19, 2012

leather

by jhon baker

left lying on the floor
where dropped
in route to somewhere other
turned it’s aspect
apart from and
saintly away

the moment smells of sweat
lying unrested
wearing a buckle attached
tight to a belt,
fastened loose, but
for safe keeping

left lying on the floor
where dropped, dark
brown, augments worn and pale planks
obfuscating
a vision, past, present
a moment varied

 

– Hoc Scripsi

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March 16, 2012

so

by jhon baker

I am waiting for the moment of inspiration to hit me while I am writing letters and sketching out my journal on a typewriter.

there is a certain dissatisfaction behind failing to get ahead of the melancholy.

I am waiting for the euphoria.

no one can break your heart so you do that little ditty for yourself.

so you break your heart and head

wish the world were different

decadent

and melting away

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