March 6, 2011

as of May 21st – this will no longer matter

by jhon baker

not that it is of great import now either, but it seemed important at the time.


I’ve lost count how many “end of the world” scenarios I’ve lived through so far, I can only be sorry for the ones I’d missed due to the year of my birth – it could have been more possibly. From memory most have been from 1988 to 2012 – obviously I have yet to survive the Mayan end (didn’t that culture already end?) and am looking forward to the May, 21st 2011 Rapture where everybody I know will wake up on the 22nd – and the real party can begin.


I wish to publicly congratulate Lynne Hayes on her editor ship of Bicycle Review – I’ve been known to use connections before…

Also, there is a new cat around my house – a kitten in fact, five months old, cautious and loving, the other cats are keeping their distance for the most part and the kitten hisses more then the established – I think it will only take a few more days and they will all tolerate each other publicly and love one another privately. 
Now we have – Mingus, Ellie and Billie – a Jazz trio. We use to have Miles but he got ornery and didn’t want to play in the band anymore. We still miss him dearly.


last thought for the day…


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pow
pow
dazed and tripping backward
blood pouring from my nose
tears bursting from my eyes.
it’s not the first time I’ve had my nose broken
but it never feels the same,
it is always unexpected;
and no-one ever remembers a broken nose
or the stains left on the street and
your street clothes.
and the pretty face
my mother loved
is never
going
to be
the
same.
 – Hoc Scripsi

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March 4, 2011

I’m sorry, please hold.

by jhon baker

I haven’t posted much lately.
frankly,

I’ve been busy.

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March 1, 2011

when life….

by jhon baker

Hopefully you get sugar and water,
hopefully there isn’t too
much blood
on
the
dance floor,
but
you’ll probably just learn to suck on a lemon for a long time.

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February 27, 2011

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by jhon baker 
 my breath stinks
 my armpits smell
 my stomach aches
  
 I am not the man I thought I was
 better to be dead
 then have to spend a
  
  
 lifetime dying. but
 I’d be awkward as anyone
 else in anyother life
  
 so there is only
 this and
 with all,
  
 it perseveres.
  
 I cannot wash the
 stain of maleness
 off my clothes
  
 I am not the man I ought to have been
 only recently realizing
 that I have to obliterate all
  
 that should not be known
 or read, less it be known
 and read.
  
 and still,
  
 my breath stinks,
 my armpits smell.
 my stomach aches.
  
  
  
  - Hoc Scripsi
 
  

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