I read the comics everyday, I find it starts the day off on a positive and sound note. This is what keeps me from going mad when the shoelace breaks, that and I wear side-zip boots.
June 9, 2010
this is my star
waking up slowly today, partially unable to think while I gently sip my coffee. The mind races with things which resolve into nothing concrete enough to really form a post around so I start writing and now the reader knows how this has so far come to have been written.
this is my star
bewildered and
hanging over our
heads
this is my star
I am slightly unnerved by thought. I am slightly unnerved by having to mow the lawn later today. I am slightly unnerved by voices traveling around the house at fifty-five mph. I am slightly unnerved by the squeak my shoes make from my habit of bouncing my leg instead of grasping it and crying out in pain. I am slightly unnerved by otherwise kind editors not letting me know if my work has been accepted or not. I am slightly unnerved by the plethora of poems that sit unfinished next to my IBM Selectric III. I am slightly unnerved by the adversaria that my cork board has become.
this is my star
vainly wishing and
wishing on planets
and suns
this is my star
– Hoc Scripsi
May 23, 2010
fell asleep while writing this.
the noise/voices wont shut the fuck up this morning and allow me to reach in, to find a way in, this promises to be short and uninteresting. I didn’t sleep well but fell asleep well after such good fucking. The brain is still refusing to work – so maybe a better post later.
If you read this before than I love you if not – here it is again.
the whole of earth
the whole of earth is
beautiful and I carry
a broken watch,
waiting for it to move.
the whole of earth is
beautiful though
we still drop bombs
on weddings and taxi drivers.
the whole of earth is
beautiful;
I am holy in it.
I keep impoverished in
my pockets.
the whole of earth is
beautiful and
I remember when I first
got laid.
the whole of
earth is beautiful, we
watch home movies to remind.
the whole of earth is
beautiful regardless
of telephone poles,
regardless of
pornographic billboards.
the whole of earth is
beautiful, hearing
children play in the streets.
the whole of earth is
beautiful,
never to spite that which
vainly tries to
take its beauty.
-Hoc Scripsi
May 19, 2010
day off
I have decided that today is going to be a day off from the blog – no slings or arrows, no tempting a sea of troubles – since I am in a creative drought anyway I might as well take advantage of it and go to the range then mow the lawn.
have a spectacular spectacular day.
with much affection,
Jhon Baker
later, after range and lawn.
my mood waxes and wanes with the day and I find myself in a similar melancholic swing as has been plaguing me as of late.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 