March 24, 2012
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.
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March 20, 2012
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!
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March 19, 2012
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
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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the platitudes of willful resemblance 