June 14, 2011
by jhon baker
Things are starting to get easier – I think. I may have a cold or allergies – probably allergies but the sandbox is finished and beautiful. I have to recharge the air filters on my motorcycle and truck and finish the application for disability and SSI – these are both things I’ve been putting off but can no longer.
7.62x54R
the madman levels his rifle
in calm calculus
bright cloudless day
78 degrees F (23 c).
7.62x54R forced from the barrel
spinning in terminal glory.
the poet stands, taciturn,
in the street with notebook
pencil to paper
calm calculus
accepting and falls to
his knees. Last poem penned
in darkest red.
78 degrees F (23 c)
– Hoc Scripsi
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June 9, 2011
by jhon baker
a bouquet or even a single flower
I don’t notice the vase
a Van Gogh sitting on my kitchen table
with a note proclaiming love
I prefer sunflowers from my wife
to all other gifts.
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June 3, 2011
by jhon baker
Happy birthday Holy Allen, Happy birthday Josephine,
may your poems and songs in heaven reach here where your voices are still needed most
the good doctor, dead today, heart stopped and body preparing for rest
today I go out shooting guns and laying waste at ranges to celebrate second amendment
remembering Holy Allen, Josephine and now the good Doctor…
we will all meet in Heaven if that be where I end.
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May 10, 2011
by jhon baker
Shel, I’ll never forgive you for leaving us, as I’ll never forgive all those tethered to my heart except the one who left to leave behind her pain.
Shel didn’t die those years ago – he just went home.
full moon fifty miles outside Chicago 72° heavy
winds from the should standing under the starry’d night
sky and this is what I’m thinking…
ainsi il va.
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the platitudes of willful resemblance 