GreAt PoeTRy of 5 NaTIonS

  ODDS ON I've always thought - to a man (person) - on cavalcade Earth - that our steps were prescribed for us. Nowhere to run, nowhere ...

 GESTATION PERIOD Take the robin from the tree, and you've still got a robin and a tree. Those are singular objects that yet remain. - I...

NEGATIVES It's difficult for me to stay negative  when everyone is saying the 'right' attitude will win my day. It may well be j...

HEADINGS  It's been a really long time, in years now, since I've heard a truly aggressive voice directed towards me; and noticed onl...

MY CENTRAL BEAM HAS  FALLEN INTO THE WATER My house has fallen with it. The center respite of my days. I find many things to like, in this n...

I CAN'T REALLY LET THIS G O My trust in mischievous things is gone : marbles hitting against marbles, kids throwing cards against walls,...

FRAGMENTS I dazzled my spaniel with my hipster elan,  and once, and long ago. Now there are only  penny candies, penny-antes, and penny-whis...

 SO LOADED DOWN My saddled back is old and groaning; there is a mystery  now in every damned ache. I want to run off, to ancient Egypt, and ...

 OF MANY MATTERS In the mornings, here, as I arise, before others, it's very quiet. The hallways at 5am are dim). I get  tended to throu...

NORMAL OCCASIONS OF  EXCEPTIONAL MINUTES On the main street of town here  - they tell me  -  there's a nice little supermarket. It keeps...

MOSTLY, EVERYONE'S GONE MAD You can slide the infraction under the door, the place where the corn flakes glide. There's  a raven in ...

THERE'S PLENTY TO DO Planning revenge on Putin, in a criminal game called 'Retaliation', is an online delight. I crush him  unde...

 I DON'T REALLY WISH TO WRITE I don't really wish to write about this  because it's not my way. Everyone meets someone somewhere...

HOMAGE Atlas? Zeus? Thor? Aries? Any of those folks worth messaging? Would they even know? The dastardly cast of eras gone my. Another Mt. O...

MINOTAUR I don't know who left the door open,  but man they let anything in these days. There's no sense in making  sense, just like...

MARTIN BUBER I'd like to leave the trees and the forest, and the scrutiny of others. I am tired of being looked at up and down by empty ...

 I CAN'T IMAGINE I can't imagine anything else but this,  and if I 'can', it all comes out some other way: Leaves that grow ...

HUNTING TO THE GLASS As in a museum diorama, I can see through to the other side of life. The hunters with their spears stare back at me thr...

MY SAVAGE DESPERATION The birds have gone from off the ledge. There was supposed to be a band, in town, somewhere today, at the bandshell, b...

 RUDIMENTS, pt.1,303  (the shakedown was in the kitchen) I've long lived without certain things;  items I've always disliked and avo...

A COMMUNION OF  BUM MAGICIANS  That's not me, that's Allen Ginsberg writing : a crisp soliloquy of words once more, in pursuit of th...

LIKE A REMBRANDT Like a Rembrandt afire in some Rotterdam hallway, I listen to myself burning. One of those so aimless portraits now flaming...

RETURNING TO THE FOLD Returning to the fold is one thing, but expectations of not showing a crease are another. (I an now a wildman, in calm...

NOW IS THE SEASON OF NOTHING The air is carrying nothing today, and the day's new nurse lady just told me it's humid out. I don'...

KETTLE BUMS Not the glory of the drums; just the bums. Those streetside guys who hang around the fires in barrels. Leaning against a signpos...

A HAPPENSTANCE OF CAVALCADES They say the Earth once shuddered and shook,  with a wobble to end the world, and a flood, and a confusing ...

MY TRAVEL BAG My travel bag is filled with  nothing; would you like to  share it too? Yes, I've ranged  the local hills and mountains, b...

DRAFT JUNK  (just fade away) I've come from afar, to bring you something new - though now that I'm here there's really so little...

A WILL TO UNREASON I seem to be awaiting something : I can feel it in my bones. Were I a willow, it would be the  water flowing below-ground...

A WONDERLAND OF  MIGHT AND GLORY A Chaplain came to see me, three times in a week; he said his name was 'Norm.' That was OK by me,  ...

WHOEVER CARES? So then yes actually, who cares? Why all this solicitude to life and manners? The women come in as nurses, exuding their mann...

TITANIA The Titanic, I see, keeps having its own 'Titanic.' A ploy to keep the headlines  current? Or a plug for the nickel and  dim...

 JUNE TRANSPIRES The May Apples are gone now; the June Bugs too. Half this Summer world already slides away. I stand winsome and soiled. A p...

RETURNING TO THE CAPSTONE Somehow, my life has flown off its handle, and  I've never been more afraid of it - ever. Keeping me over the ...

THE MOB HANDLE Outside this sheltered hospital window, the local landscape is green and sweet. In  most respects, a place to be - or pleasan...

RUDIMENTS, pt. 1,302 (read it again books) This is going to be a Rudiments in a different fashion. The day will be  Saturday, June 10, a nic...

WHAT WE MAKE What we make are all segmented lodgings of other concepts of time and logic, to fit within our magic of space and time. That...

CAPSTONE Every dog has a damned-double of itself hidden in its innermost soul. That's why they're always barking, when it catches  t...

LOGICAL For 5 weeks now, I've again been  dragging around a fairly dead body that couldn't make it through a day I've never take...

WE STILL LIVE We still live next to a watery pond, where all the kindred spirits fire : Now red-fire. Red skies, and dark light.

LIKE A MUSIC WHAT USED TO BE Narrow times, and distant angles, like Grenoble, and Iceland together. Sounds in a strange tongue, yet gentle a...

WHENEVER I  LOOK  AROUND ME Whenever I look around me at all the things there. I get ruefully sad. John Baylor will be leaving here  soon. T...

I TOOK A TRAINLOAD OF  PEOPLE TO CONNECTICUT None had ever been there before. For a minor-league baseball team of the Colorado Rockies. It w...

WAITER, WAIT, THE WAITER'S HERE! There are any number of way to visualize this:  One waiter waits, while another shows up. But I dislike...

TIVOLI GARDENS The stretch of groomed grass to get there was engrossing. I never had done that before. Like hiking high to another home. Ove...

ICE CREAM Intense to a fault, the ice-cream guy is trying. What can he do? You either want ice cream, or  you don't. It's just the c...

IN TRYING I FAIL Everywhere I go, it's fake. Up in Callicoon, at one of those dispatchy old hotel bars where  no ever shuts up, I watch ...

ONE SHOVEL FOR THE  GREEN LAWN OF LOVE Morning again, at the one-headed shower, at the apple-grove water-pump, near the parked tractor-mower...