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March 28, 2012

the fine blade

by jhon baker

I imagine that all (3 or 4) that frequent this blog have already been to scribd to read ark and other poems – feel free to share that link on your own page and on FB – help make my poems the stuff of legend!

but did you also know that you can own a professionally printed version of ark and other poems from pepper press? by clicking on that link and buying the 6 dollar copy of ark you also will get a free copy of my previous chap put out by free penny press titled “gypsy bars, back alleys and one way streets” –

that is pandering.

this is a poem.

 

1. the bending of steel

poetry.

coffee.

a love of hard liquor.

rifles, shotguns, pistols

revolvers.

men were bound by

thinner threads then these.

 

2. hammering to form

poetry.

coffee.

a love of hard liquor.

rifles, shotguns, pistols

revolvers.

man’s bind was broken by

thinner threads than these.

 

3. the fine blade

beauty.

art.

love.

the eyes and body move

of a naked dancing muse.

man’s mind was broken by

thinner threads than these

 

– hoc Scripsi

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March 24, 2012

short poem

by jhon baker

77°

birdsong crashing into my skull

backyard

77°

arms burned from reading in noonday.

now,

that star buries deep into the west,

casting shadow over greening grass.

– Hoc Scripsi

also: don’t forget to go to here and download your own FREE copy of ark and other poems

It will print as a letter size but can be had as a normal chapbook if you would like. Simply contact me with your desire (at jhonbaker@att.net) and I can lead you to the promised low price ($6USD) chap which comes with a copy of gypsy bars chap – both with art by Micael Chadwick and poetry by yours truly.

January 4, 2012

I slept twelve hours

by jhon baker

and I’m still tired. Bukowski suggested that one ought to take a three day nap every now and again to recharge the batteries, being a father and husband does not allow such naps but would I ever indulge if there could be a way.

Two links – you might recognize them from yesterday but then again, you might not..

Take it to the streets

Conjectural Figments

These are both truly good issues put out by two very good publishers containing poetry by good poets and of course – myself – the first has one and arguably two poems depending on how you read them – I wrote it as one and a half so there it is. The second features me as a poet and contains three poems- both contain a lot of good writing besides mine and should be read a few times through for affect/effect.

– Just for updates sake – Yesterday my truck was broken and my diagnosis was spot on. Now it is fixed and waiting for the next coil to go.

Yesterday I wrote nothing after the blog post and today I think I am going to scribd something – my new years sort of poem.

Writing will become the object of today after I take a shower when I get home from the hospital where my MIL is receiving today’s infusion and tomorrow morning will be more of the same while the afternoon finds me in a tattoo parlor getting the design finalized for the next portion of the left arm half sleeve.

January 3, 2012

My truck is broken

by jhon baker

Sitting in the Hospital now with my MIL getting her daily infusion of antibiotics I am reminded that I am going to give up a vice soon. Smoking. We will see how that goes as my commitment is only to the money I’ll save and the example I’ll set for my boy. Problem being that I like to smoke, enjoy it most of the time but winter makes it hard to enjoy as we do not smoke inside the house out of respect for our son and cats – they’ve opted to not smoke so why should we be damaging their lungs – we are already corrupting them mentally and emotionally – why physically as well?

I am also thinking of my Ford F150 is not running correctly – badly in fact. Pretty sure that I’ve blown another coil, maybe two and that this will cost me a few hundred dollars at least and be a complete pain in the ass for the next day or so. I’ve been thinking of getting a newer vehicle, something lower to the ground and better on the pocketbook in terms of fueling costs and the truck isn’t making it easy for me to keep it. Is it a sign? probably no, if anything it is a sign that the feelings of the truck are hurt by my indecision about replacing it – mostly on the side of drive it into the ground but I don’t like it when they start to cost money for repairs.

a link: poetry another link: more than just poetry but my poetry

go to that link – read a bit, fall in love with my poem and others – print out a few copies and hand them out to complete strangers for nothing but the joy of force feeding people the beauty that exists around them always.

Where was I? In hospital, thinking of my truck and health in general, and then poetry always comes at odd times and sometimes like an erection in church, unwelcome and possibly improper. But for this we are thankful which is what makes it the most odd – thankful that poetry in the mind is like the massive erection in church or the day you decided to not wear underwear in jr high and had to go to the blackboard after rubbing the wrong/right way, laughter ensues and the pink never leaves your cheeks again so you grow a beard in your freshman year and learn to tolerate or kill, at least maim a little.

but that never happened to me.

I saw it on television which is as good as a memory of your own.

this post has no direction.

My MIL has been stripped half naked in the infusion lab for an impromptu change of her wound dressing because her wound vac wouldn’t shut up which is because it wasn’t actually working – only pretending. Poor woman.

time to go smoke.

November 4, 2011

hey man, nice title

by jhon baker

It passed into midnight and that is what the date bears.

Have this yet?

one poem in that collection begins….

Stuck outside under an umbrella  ….

you’ll have to go there and download it to read the rest.

– Jhon

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