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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.

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January 6, 2012

by jhon baker

I love the moon at 3 pm

on a regardless Saturday

at the end of the month.

 

sun still warming my upturned face.

 

– Hoc Scripsi

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December 31, 2011

the great idiot of us all

by jhon baker

When I was growing up I was sure of two things. 1. I was retarded and 2. that I was adopted. – eventually I learned that 1. no and 2. no.

however, there is lingering doubt remaining about both only because my nature is different and odd and my nurture is fantastically imprinted.

I was also told that I couldn’t carry a tune and was in speech therapy because I was monotone and thought to be tone deaf – both of these ended life being not true as I have become an accomplished musician and a pretty good singer.

If I was so motivated – this would be the start of my autobiography – or my memoirs as they call them.

what follows is probably terrible or terrific…

the great idiot of us all

the rain sleeps;

passed the nickel

through gates of wrath

after

observedly pounded on

windows and

doors and windows

doors and windows.

 

slept under lit porticoes

and flooded swails.

– last night I wrote this but may take it back

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