Posts tagged ‘poem’

February 10, 2013

mundane details of a life – part one

by jhon baker

I was sick one day last week

but by the morning I felt fine

from puking to nearly running a marathon

in twelve hours – a new record

 

I watched television earlier

and could not tell you what was on

for as much as I was paying attention

but I ate a peanut butter and jelly for lunch

then pie – cherry pie with ice cream

and by one o’clock was back to this.

 

I left the house four times this previous week

all for other people and as for myself

I am staying home today

while the wife is ill and naps

and the boy practices his guitar

and dances.

 

I have a short leg and therefore

wear a prosthetic lift

and I limp

which adds to my menace.

 

– hoc scripsi

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

January 29, 2013

untitled dream #1

by jhon baker

 

idle incognito

rifling closets and clothes hampers

looking for colorful oxfords

tumultuous

and crying with one hand on the bottle

and one foot on the brass rail

(but don’t interpret)

 

 

in dream

childhoods bedroom

reading

each written line in each book touched, screaming

magazines screaming, wallpaper screaming

I’m screaming, bloody and wasted

(this is no way to conduct a dream)

 

 

I follow her into bathroom, now a party,

we kiss grab ass and I’m hard

when I awake temporarily and tremble

step outside for  nicotine relief

refusing to return to same dream

wearing no underwear, underwater

(accept drowning as part parcel)

 

 

sweating,

dark,

naked,

sheets, pillow soaked

–        awake

retreating to thought and space

(!)

January 26, 2013

standards

by jhon baker

I’ve lowered my standards,
the problem might be that I had them in the first place.
you easily forget when you were at your best
in endless pursuit to surmount each previous work
and your output dwindles until you are
only writing fifty poems a year
which I guess is fine
though it is easier to say more if so inclined
and uninhibited
by meaningless constraints and various medications.

but don’t worry,
I’m still on the medications.

– Hoc Scripsi