Archive for July, 2013

July 20, 2013


by jhon baker

Waiting at the music school my son attends for him to finish an hour and a half of lessons. There is nothing to do except scan Facebook, Twitter, and search around for news of the coming apocalypse (there is one isn’t there? There is always one coming down the pipe.). But, the coffee never lasts long enough and there isn’t entertainment going on in the waiting area of the school for any length of time – though this time I get to restring a guitar and make an unintentional dollar.

As noted above – I’m on twitter now – I am officially a twit or one who twits or whatever. Follow me or not  – @JhonZBaker  – I’ll not be offended if you do not or cannot or will not.

I refuse to be offended personally by anything – because no one fucking cares.


and outside it’s storming


temporary black out

and the keys on this machine hesitate

and stop momentarily.


my heart jumps as I am in the middle of a poem

and will be left sitting in the dark

with only drink and silence


and no poem


but the lights flutter and return

and the machine hums again

scenting the room with ozone


it’s January in Chicago

and raining, with intermittent thunder

and lightening keeping the cats awake

July 16, 2013

A revision of the 10 commandments or a Decalogue for the 21st century

by jhon baker

I try not to post things here that I haven’t been the author of but I just became aware of the following and decided to maybe offer it to my limited audience. So for your reading pleasure I offer “a revision of the ten commandments” or “a Decalogue for the 21st century.”


by Christopher Hitchens


  1. Do not condemn people on the basis of their ethnicity or their color
  2. Do not ever even think of using people as private property or as owned or as slaves
  3. Despise those who use violence or the threat of it in sexual relations
  4. Hide your face and weep if you dare to harm a child
  5. Do not condemn people for their inborn nature
  6. Be aware that you too are an animal and dependent on the web of nature, try and think and act accordingly
  7. Do not imagine that you can escape judgment if you rob people with a false prospectus
  8. Turn off that fucking cellphone – you can have no idea how unimportant your call is to us.
  9. Denounce all jihadists and crusaders for what they are: Psychopathic criminals with ugly delusions and terrible sexual repressions.
  10. 10. Be willing to renounce any God or any religion if any of the holy commandments contradict any of the above.

In short: Don’t swallow your moral code in tablet form.


July 4, 2013

Fourth of July! or for the rest of the world – Happy Thursday!

by jhon baker

I’ve posted this before but thought I would post it again. May all your fingers stay attached and no one go blind today – but if you have an unfortunate accident – please forward your photos to me as I need entertainment. I should have posted this yesterday but it’ll have to do.


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

July 3, 2013

When the coffee maker starts on fire

by jhon baker

I don’t post much but there isn’t really all that much I want to say. I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately but the concentration has been one pointed and into a realm that I don’t want to harp away at on my blog – see the previous post – but I need a new roof as this one has failed me (still thankful to have one), a new washer because the old one had failed me (so did the new one which I am receiving a replacement for today), the basement flooded and we are drying it out ever so slowly before relaying the carpet, and the coffee maker lit itself on fire of which we are using a back-up until we get around to replacing the old one.

It is important to always have a back-up coffee maker that gets occasional use to keep it working properly.

I haven’t been putting much out for publication either, though I spent the first few months of this year writing and a lot got written. I am wondering how it all turned out mostly. I am never a good judge of my own poetry – I either think it is all crap or all beyond compare – depending on my mental state and state of medications. At the moment I cannot recall the last submission which is still waiting in the wind for acceptance or denial and it is bad form to have simultaneous submissions which I have done and there is a handful of poems with multiple publishing credits. I’ve been hoping no one noticed and I don’t think anyone has. So, I wait for this last batch to be rejected or accepted before I start to send out more.

some poems


some poems take years to write

some only minutes

every other poem is in-between

and none so far has taken more.


like Bukowski, Williams, O’Hara

I am a writer of poems

short poems

long poems

most a few in-between

like all creatives I am

notoriously unreliable in action

chasing down the inspirations

with a stick in one hand

a pen in the other

months of missing my prey

and weeks of eating well

and growing fat


but I write on this IBM Selectric III

and drink coffee like it was religion

no longer getting drunk or drugging

my days away

and slipping into the nightgown of poetry.

now they all come fully dressed

with ten fingers typing

furiously in fits and starts

mostly done during the day.


I am nostalgia interrupted

a willful resemblance of another time

before my iMac and laptop dominated

my final drafts and submissions

email rejections or acceptances


I haven’t stamped an SASE in years

or walked to the mailbox hopeful or dreadful

waiting to throw away another poem

such as this.


– Hoc Scripsi


My beard is long and the shampoo that we are using makes it wiry. it is too wet to ride my motorcycle today. I am waiting for the new washer and I hate to wait. Not that I am impatient, but that I am interested in doing other things while my son is at camp and I can do other things. Tomorrow is the annual holiday of our independence (in the USA) and I don’t do much to celebrate it – even when invited to a party there are other things I’d rather be doing. I’d rather be writing even though I’ve no ideas and, for the moment, the inspira has found other avenues for its own expressions.

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