Posts tagged ‘nature’

January 31, 2013

Chicago winter in the 21st century

by jhon baker

two days ago the birds were singing

calling out for lovers

thinking it spring

today it is too cold to stand outside

unless you were getting paid

and even then…

 

Chicago winter in the 21st century

 

it rained yesterday and then

snow fell all night

but waking only to an inch of it

not worth it to shovel the drive

not worth it to get the mail

not worth it to smoke and look

at the grass peeking out from under the snow

 

even the windows are frozen shut.

January, 31st 2013

 

– Hoc Scripsi

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June 24, 2012

in the gloaming

by jhon baker

the air is not tense with rain

swelled clouds pass over

leaving only blue sky

——–

spirited glow of sun

leveling with dying grass

casting long shadows

——–

fireflies dance to make love

already

in yearning

——–

three haiku (sort of) – Hoc Scripsi

May 11, 2012

the sun and the moon complete

by jhon baker

money

humbly

offers their

flowers

 

where did you get them? magnificent!

beautiful.

 

from the discard,

trash heap

the gutter, where everything

comes from.

the sewer, where everything

goes.

 

– Hoc Scripsi

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

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March 13, 2012

poem

by jhon baker

skies painted dioxazine, phthalocyanine,
violet, prussian, phthalo blues and greens
cerulean and sunkissed naples yellow

portraits of madmen at 35 and aging
midnight scenes on the arroyo
crossing the black waters of Lethe
held fast to the stern

I have ultramarine oils
smeared across my forehead
because of you

butterflies in my beard
and cadmium red
staining my fingertips
because of you

we have met under porches
moonlit nights
waltzing, caroling

my heart has broken
handheld and shopped for nothings
with birds singing
and faces picked up in backyards

 

– Hoc Scrispi

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