March 4, 2010

regret

by jhon baker

I
   regret
                things
                             like
                                     parking
                                                     spaces,
but never lovers.

One
        thinks
                     of
                         looks
                                    across
                                                 tables
                                                              or
                                                                   rooms,
but never someone who broke your nose.

– I wrote this

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March 3, 2010

two for today

by jhon baker

Today I am feeling spiky, might try to get the little stingy bastard in the corner once and for all. Or maybe I’ll lie down on the floor and pretend none of this is happening while I try to avoid the electric touch of humans.

words

the notebooks,
IBM Selectric IIIs,
et cetera
these are my shields,
protecting me from the world
from you –
My words are the weapons
I utilize
bludgeoning the audience
until they bleed from ears,
mouth, fingertips,
and eyes.

– I wrote this, just now actually in HTML’s commentary.

I like to shoot from the hip. It seems to work better.

March 3, 2010

Mediations

by jhon baker

“Do not do the slightest thing
now that the wise would later censure.”
 – from the Sutta Nipata

This Buddhist teaching is probably the closest teaching to my heart. To me it says to look at each of our actions and consider all the ramifications of such.Even what seems to be positive assistance can be in retrospect quite nefarious without intention.
humm, I’ll have to think about this awhile again.

Written in 2008 and unfortunately still a timely comment.

meditation on war consciousness

It’s War,
Do you accept?
without question
what do you offer
your children
loyalty

   do you accept
without agenda
believe
offer prayers
money
market share
retirement
It’s War.

do you accept?
cold
inhospitable
non-responsive
indispensable propaganda
it’s war,
do you accept.
without question
without agenda
this that we offer
can only be as now here
do you accept?

without question.

– I wrote this.

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March 2, 2010

Untitled (the sane)

by jhon baker

The sane point fingers
    to keep themselves appearing sane
    to stay their definition
The glamorous point bejeweled fingers
    to keep their proportions
    as the definition of beauty

Well, stop pointing your
    sticky fingers at me
I will not obsess your definitions
I am comfortable in my own
    imbalance 
and deformed self

– I wrote this

This was previously published in GSR. I was thinking this morning about my deformed self while I was waiting for the meds to kick in and naturally my mind went to this poem again.
So, enjoy and as always – feel free to comment, question and what have you.