Mad-ness hums in my ear,like a flythat’s caught there.I can’t touch you.This isthe new ballet.I can’t touch you.Stay away,I am deaf with silences.Splintered and shining,I go down like a stone.©Dean J. Baker©Dean J. Baker and...
Topics: Canadian Poetry, Dean J. Baker, Desire, Literature, Lovers, Ontario, Passion, Poetry, Poets, Relationships, Romantic poetry, Toronto

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When this atmosphere upon your approachat last is flame,and you refuse the step furtherComing, to yourself,the city in pieces:government unstableWhat will you do,close to those whose speechis not casual?The still beating heart uncovered;the land ready to.
Topics: Canadian Literature, Canadian Poetry, Canadian Poets, Dean J. Baker, Literature, Ontario, Poetry, Poets, Romantic poetry, Toronto

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Come on over to my roomI’m in a bad wayI see that’s how it is with youI’ve been thinking of someoneYou have been thinking of them tooLet’s take advantage of each otherOur morals are unassailableLet’s be different and not call it loveThough that.
Topics: Canadian Poetry, Canadian Poets, Dean J. Baker, Democracy, Denial, Desire, Literature, Love, Ontario, Passion, Poetry, Poets, Relationships, Romantic poetry, Toronto

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I use the computer and a pen, whenI’d be more comfortable with fleshYours, specifically -on those certain nights you cannot sleepWe write the poem together, then:the words across your thigh like fingerprints©Dean J. Baker©Dean J. Baker and...
Topics: Canadian Poetry, Canadian Poets, Creativity, Dean J. Baker, Literature, Love, Ontario, Passion, Poetry, Poets, Romantic poetry, Toronto, Women

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Night seeps in like a secretthrough the bones, and we beginto resemble the detested: there’sno sequel to this understanding,no apology,or proud assertion accepted.You must do something else –transform the object,if you are blind, blame your...
Topics: Canadian Poetry, Canadian Poets, Dean J. Baker, Literature, Ontario, Passion, Poetry, Poets, Romantic poetry, Toronto

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