Archive for ‘Poetry’

February 8, 2013

untitled dream #3

by jhon baker

untitled dream #3

 

we are west sixty-six revisited

we are bound

bordered between psychiatry and madness

and we celebrate in ceremony

counting one to four,

four to one.

 

in the arena of dreaming

a precipice with feet teetering

don’t look back!

playing Aeolian harp

singing our __________.

 

keep it simple, Orpheo.

don’t look back.

a love lost within scope of wandering

and vanished.

itself playing on bent shaft

itself a white lily

itself a love under guise

itself a nuclear proliferation.

 

– Hoc Scripsi

February 5, 2013

untitled dream #2

by jhon baker

untitled dream #2, 2012

 

I was a wretch!

hit bottom when I refused to write this

no-more sentimental waste

(my brain isn’t big enough for this mythology)

 

 

in dream I live by the ocean

walking steadily on sands, shells

under stars, moon, visible planets

(all performing before my singular audience)

 

 

theme and variation on familiar interlude

treated to kitchen knives chopping boards

pieces abandoned and the night sky a deepest blue

(two typewriters humming and I am distracted)

 

 

struggle on step one, try not to wake

cacophonous malaise, the dream soundtrack

my admissions are deluded, so said

(Beethoven Sonata, NO. 23, underlay screaming)

 

 

I weep when I look upon Guernica

taste blood, harbor resentment at such brutality

turn away to self portraits and the ego

(clever deflection, tears, anger, id)

 

 

weep weep when I look upon sunrise

held in fraternal homosexual admiration

singing! singing, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

(song of penance)

 

 

– Hoc Scripsi

January 31, 2013

Chicago winter in the 21st century

by jhon baker

two days ago the birds were singing

calling out for lovers

thinking it spring

today it is too cold to stand outside

unless you were getting paid

and even then…

 

Chicago winter in the 21st century

 

it rained yesterday and then

snow fell all night

but waking only to an inch of it

not worth it to shovel the drive

not worth it to get the mail

not worth it to smoke and look

at the grass peeking out from under the snow

 

even the windows are frozen shut.

January, 31st 2013

 

– Hoc Scripsi

January 30, 2013

Men in the Company of Women

by jhon baker

Available now at this link – Men in the Company of Women

cover MITCOW

I am very proud to be a part of this volume and I urge you to obtain a copy for yourselves as soon as possible, if not today.