Posts tagged ‘homosexual’

March 31, 2014

have I ever posted this before?

by jhon baker

part 3

 

 

the good girls gave in

to enfant terribles of late night

sophistication, movie drive-ins;

Caligulas of teenaged heterosexual addiction

homosexual a priori instinct.

 

ultramarine blues playing on in back room wasteland

tones, color, emotions of form.

she sips brandy and smokes cigars

a Cognac dipped haze, muted consideration

sand paper verses of strange fruit in sequined dresses.

 

we are the drunkards of brass rail barfly joints;

we celebrate half broken neon signs.

we are the soulful moth occupying

the half-light of fading streetlamps.

we are the desperate, misconceived.

we’ve shirts off in a moment of frenzy

and misaligned allusions to greatness

we are the bop shambala meditations

of time-space inequity.

 

and I cannot free you this,

heal you this.

 

but I am with you,

in a body beautiful,

shattered, crying out

on back porches, smoking, singing,

dancing you with crazed two-step and Spanish tango.

protean tongues lapping at the innocence of milk,

slingshot flames and firecracker wisdom

twisting our bodies around images

and starry night scenes

on freshly made beds too small for comfort.

 

sheathing my pen in high fidelity smiles,

we weep like soft-skulled school children

– aesthetes of playground bike rack bloody noses.

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February 5, 2013

untitled dream #2

by jhon baker

untitled dream #2, 2012

 

I was a wretch!

hit bottom when I refused to write this

no-more sentimental waste

(my brain isn’t big enough for this mythology)

 

 

in dream I live by the ocean

walking steadily on sands, shells

under stars, moon, visible planets

(all performing before my singular audience)

 

 

theme and variation on familiar interlude

treated to kitchen knives chopping boards

pieces abandoned and the night sky a deepest blue

(two typewriters humming and I am distracted)

 

 

struggle on step one, try not to wake

cacophonous malaise, the dream soundtrack

my admissions are deluded, so said

(Beethoven Sonata, NO. 23, underlay screaming)

 

 

I weep when I look upon Guernica

taste blood, harbor resentment at such brutality

turn away to self portraits and the ego

(clever deflection, tears, anger, id)

 

 

weep weep when I look upon sunrise

held in fraternal homosexual admiration

singing! singing, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

(song of penance)

 

 

– Hoc Scripsi

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