words of a people aligned in their perfect order
– in part for Richard Dawkins
I don’t enjoy needed tears of rejuvenation
or the venerability of emotional transendance
the heart pumps
from ventricle to ventricle
through fifty miles of capillaries
blood that offers life
and one day must stop cold
and we are the lucky ones
so said
for we are here when so many
never were
– Hoc Scripsi
Waiting at the music school my son attends for him to finish an hour and a half of lessons. There is nothing to do except scan Facebook, Twitter, and search around for news of the coming apocalypse (there is one isn’t there? There is always one coming down the pipe.). But, the coffee never lasts long enough and there isn’t entertainment going on in the waiting area of the school for any length of time – though this time I get to restring a guitar and make an unintentional dollar.
As noted above – I’m on twitter now – I am officially a twit or one who twits or whatever. Follow me or not – @JhonZBaker – I’ll not be offended if you do not or cannot or will not.
I refuse to be offended personally by anything – because no one fucking cares.
and outside it’s storming
temporary black out
and the keys on this machine hesitate
and stop momentarily.
my heart jumps as I am in the middle of a poem
and will be left sitting in the dark
with only drink and silence
and no poem
but the lights flutter and return
and the machine hums again
scenting the room with ozone
it’s January in Chicago
and raining, with intermittent thunder
and lightening keeping the cats awake
I try not to post things here that I haven’t been the author of but I just became aware of the following and decided to maybe offer it to my limited audience. So for your reading pleasure I offer “a revision of the ten commandments” or “a Decalogue for the 21st century.”
by Christopher Hitchens
In short: Don’t swallow your moral code in tablet form.
I’ve posted this before but thought I would post it again. May all your fingers stay attached and no one go blind today – but if you have an unfortunate accident – please forward your photos to me as I need entertainment. I should have posted this yesterday but it’ll have to do.
premature ejaculation
firecrackers, bottle rockets and gunfire.
July 3rd premature ejaculation punctuating
already poor sleeping summer night.
roman candles blue center light sizzling
like so many horribly dangerous sparklers
blinding and burning.
mortars shake the house and
dozens of fingers and hands sacrificed
at the alter of popular patriotism.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 