January 16, 2011

while in a diner some months ago

by jhon baker

 
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late or early

 

some people are indifferent

to the early morning hours

classifications.

 

but, we’re singing.

singing!

serenading the stars,

wooing the moon;

without sleep or

the song

            of song birds.

only the chatter of

            nocturnal

               animals and

            feet

shuffling along the

            ground.

regardless of it being

early or late.

 – Hoc Scripsi 
recently there was a poem of mine in Madswirl and if you haven’t been there to check it out – Go Now! Second from the bottom –       

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January 15, 2011

by jhon baker

coloring the world

one crayola box at a time

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January 15, 2011

short thought in form

by jhon baker

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 I would die
if my
wife did.
tho she does not
believe me, I
fear it is honest.
or –
A disagreement of sorts
I would die,
pass from physical life, cash in, check out,
croak, decease, meet my demise, my maker,
go, depart, drop out, expire, kick it, kick in,
pass away, kick off, peg out, pip, pop off, become extinct,
annihilated, silenced, fall to the long sleep,
snuff it, snuff out, perish, succumb, swelt, go to my fathers ,
breathe my last, shuffle off this mortal coil, give up the ghost,
kick the bucket, cash out my checks, meet my end,
toes up, tits up, push daises,  fail to exist, cease thriving
if my wife did.
tho she does not believe me, I
fear it is honest.
 – Hoc Scripsi

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January 13, 2011

I’ve been busy

by jhon baker

Writing mainly and playing around with this really cool sporterized 03-A3, it’s in nearly perfect condition and I have the opportunity to buy it for a little more than half its worth. I am still unsure though as I have a perfectly serviceable 30.06 and I don’t really need it. But what is need anyway?
I’ve been writing an expanded version of my nigger post and think I’ve finally finished it. I am almost perfectly happy with it and it is looming on the screen, waiting for the moment in which it gouges out my eyeballs and renders my iPod useless as it becomes mired in my blood. Or maybe that is going too far.

I don’t think I’ve checked anyone’s blog in two days and probably will not get to it tonight. I can only hope that the world hasn’t changed so much that going back to read the entries would be impossible.
You never know.

this is largely uninspired and as where I really want to make it interesting and publish more on this blog than I have been in the past months – fuck it. I am going to bed.

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