Islands formed thru
Sea-
Children run to
Parliament laughing/
Cheerful for their own
Crucifixion.
Airplane tendril exhaust chokeholds my
Bluesky-
IT'S GETTING HOT, HUH?
Pollution pill form
Pharmacy extract deathglue
Coats up our public parks.
Concave eyes are sputtering visions
Of smog clocks-a-tickin tomorrows.
Nobody ventures to the river anymore.
The TV antannae blasphemy signal prayer to
White House Christs
and "reality" transmitted poison
is too DISTRACTING!
Cacophony vibrating in the trees
Where somebody spray paints
"**** THIS ONE TOO"
Drunk on the Marina by midday
Oh, that one was funny.
Police cars butterfly the nest with siren wings..
THE COLORS OF AMERICA MIND YOU.
Arresting the Accordion player by Robinson's outdoor shop?
NOWwhowouldwannadothat!
They're just swaying the jagged noise imitations of Sinatra!
Decadence infected that instrument and its vessel a long time ago now.
Keep on playing there Francis its okay nobody is listening.
Budded beam of light serenades
Chinatown Upper Floor Apartment
Delirium/three women shouting from their balcony high off ***** from next door neighbor.
questions
For the next time
"Why do I feel so unhappy now?" addiction therapeutic
Temporarily, easing headache and that depression, lady is screaming now in her sleep.
Gargoyle security cameras haunt the street corners.
Electric generators perfume the musical thinman who plays saxophone on lower Pandora,
Two in the morning imagination
Boundless between industry and
Needle prodded Lepers wailing on the adjacent sidewalk, muttering to past childhood friends who took form of rapid voices
Praying for suicide in that HEAD OF THEIRS/I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK!
Men searing their skin with
Carnival narcotics
Tableau upon the bleeding
Walls of modern Hades.
Hopeless romantics
Tread benches facing the
Amber sheathed City blocks
contemplating their emotional vacancies
& labyrinthine desires
(How to achieve the unconquerables of love??)
Can hardly walk in that there
Brilliant light of Luna
Candle for the lonely planetarium
(Childlike galaxy!)
Undeniably complex/
Mademoiselle waving her soft hand alltheway out to
Intercosmic space!
Lipstick stainless
Alpha Centauri
Don't know what DAZZLE romances are,
man o man o woman o mano e mano
Voltage surge thru veins and brain-
Institutionalize me!
I'm in love!
Power of Napoleon in here!
(Tap to my ribs implying the heart is beating poems again)
ecstasy isn't no sanity at all,
Happiness in times like ours is
Delusional half-consious *******
Fed by the state.
Listened in on a podcast once
At work, theys men prophesied
Discombobulation of our economy!
Nostradamus-Moderne waving his phallus of necropolis political
Myth finishing on everyone
From Taiwan to Manhattan
(Tho the myth may be truth yet)
Sunshine bedroom
The Shadows of knight play Darkside recording
(1968)
New American and Canadian Poetry
Rests under faraway currencies
That once rested in my pocket during
Late walk out of Furama,
Mosquitoes illuminated from
Restaurant lanterns and enormous Asiatic hotels.
Tropical sweat beaded from my head,
Hair was shorter back then..
Bike & Blue Cabcar race past,
Tide of the Indian ocean feline
Elegance as Southern Hemisphere
Heats up my ankles,
Balinese acoustic band covering Crosby Stills & Nash (Suite Ruby Blue Eyes) distantly midst oriental carpets and beaded umbrellas where Australians smoke the cigarettes which smell of cigars.
Guitar string clatter,
Fireflies  (flying lightbulbs)
Catching words from accent
Frenzy wordscramble.
This place calls itself Oasis,
Yet here they are the Kuta Bums!
Palm pattern shirts unbuttoned halfway revealing russet hairy chests/ sunbunrt necks/ tanned cheeks/
Pimply backs.
One keeps returning to my table,
The answers always the same
"No thank you" till I feels like being
Impolite.
Oh! The bothering efforts these Bums put in.
It's against the law to pay them jack-
but their brains have turnt to wack-
From hallucinatory perils-
Making muck of their thoughts and dreams reality a-tattered skin
Simply easing by they don't know one February vs the next
Or the laws
Or this that and the other!
Belt buckles light&wind; up toys
Glowsticks hat tricks body ticks
Lighter flicks nausea aura
Body odor
Depression
Anxiety
Illness variety
Candy capped with dots
an' golden cyanide
Bruised nails, infected eyes glazed,
Minds dazed, gods prayed to, Buddhas praised.
Sutras practiced on the southern axis
"GOOD PRICE, JUST FOR YOU MY WHITE FRIEND"
Preach their evening discount discourse holding riven boxes
Tainted with wax chalk.
Who worries of them now?
I'm across the Pacific sea!
Thousands a Miles away
From memory.

My love is hungry
My bank means nothing
The moon shines
Impressions of Autumn
Upon the consciousness of
A spark surviving a typhoon.
Where was I?
The thought has ended.

I crave doses of my past lifestyle/life
even though I'm content with the lessons I learnt from it; the cravings still linger.

The way we smoked cigarettes till the brim of the fliter on the roof
and spoke as much ******* as the number of cigarettes in the box allowed us to.

Star gazing as though the night would never end,
Creating dumb scenerios of how the world would end.
Or we'd simply listen to the silence of the night as though it had a deep cryptic secret for us hidden in each sound of nature.

It was as if life beyond my childhood days had not existed till that time with
You.
My heart lusts for a hollow feeling like that again but in a humble way as though it knows that such love only exists in a dream
Kinda like a dream you'd wake up from and instantly forget because your mind/heart cannot fathom such for the consious mind.

I remember that Summer like it was yesterday
I had bad religion by frank ocean on repeat subconsiously for weeks and when I realized that,
I knew I had to get my **** together for my own sanity.

Then orange Autumn arrived...
And there's something about the transition from
SUMMER to AUTUMN
that makes everything seem better than before.

As I watched the leaves fall from their roots a piece of my torn heart healed each time & the hue of the sun marinated its therapeutic rays on my frozen soul

One thing I learnt from that Summer was that I had to know what's worth chasing & what's worth forgetting forever

In this dream, that i frequently dream
A tribe of woman Stepping in the pool of creation

Under the radiant moonbeam
my consious mind is absent
I am the imagination

Under the moonlight
the woman's tribe act as one
Dancing
At the pool of creation, witnessed by none
Chanting

Revealing the secret of womanifesting

Are you alone? Womanifest

From the source,
By light and dust
My love is created
In sacrifice and blood

Words Of Harfouchism

Just one step at a time,
I dont need to look at the bigger picture
no not now, i need to start to figure out
how the hell im going to keep moving forward.
Just one step at a time,
it doesnt matter if ive past the point of exhuastion
my legs are screaming for me to take caution
of the fact that my heat is beating out of proportion,
that my brain is projecting an image of my knees being strong
but its merely a distortion.
Just one step at a time,
You put her on a pedestal before and looked how that worked out
from doubt after doubt, self-consious feelings from within
get twisted on the tounge and when they come out
you wish the cat got it to it first
was it for better or for worse?
dont dwell on it now, put the chat in a herse
burry it all in the deepest part of our mind
its out of sight now so just leave it behind.
just one step at a time,
be careful for what you wish for
because curtiosity just might **** it,
in my feelings becuase of late replies
miscommmuncation and the grey woods of the mind taking the guise
of your pedestal,
corrupting your beautiful image
the athena to your medusa, turning all my hopes into stone
showing me the path ahead was one to be walked alone.
just one step at a time,
self diaganosing can often prove to be fatal
canerous results which can only be remedied with a second opinion
so be patient
its the vitrue of your friends whos advice, cracks the pessimistic dominion
your thoughts have on your mind, everything will be fine
if you take just one step at a time

I have a niece who's heart is to the right.
When she was born we feared not long would we have her in our sight.
But here she is today as healthy as can be,
A wonderful part of our family.

At first we thought is she ok,
Now we see she could have been no other way.
Because as far as i can tell having a heart on the right,
Made her caring and full of insight.

The next time you think am i good enough to be,
Always remember what makes us different makes us you and me.
When i get self consious at night,
I wish i had heart to the right.

Sanity drifting, rising from within,
Grey clouds and fog enter my soul,
Sorrow and self hatred seeping in,
Why now? my life bares no hole,

Hiding the pain from little eyes,
I feel so cruel sometimes to them,
Reach deep within to smile happy lies,
Won't let them see my blue stem,

Touching the brim of my consious state,
Am I losing it? would i be aware?
Sadness suffocates my happy fate,
Head blank, mind full, just sit and stare,

Needed help so asked for a saviour,
my body, my being against a brick wall,
Scaring me now this mental behavior,
But immediate help not promised at all,

One day, one pill, the capsule of hope,
Is my life and my marbles packed so small inside,
Yet gradually notice my head starts to cope,
My chirpy old self wants no more to hide,

And now that its passed my life i am living,
Ecstatic to the point of my once darkest hour,
How could i be blind to gifts i've been given,
Finally and for good i feel my hearts power,

Now when the sun shines it brightens my day,
Want to share this feeling it's such a relief,
i won't let this cruel world get it's own way,
My cares and worries i'll send them a reef,

So much to look forward to, my life now has meaning,
Unable to express, I feel i'm reborn,
Can't fully express the hell I have been in,
My once sorry life felt shattered and torn,

The grey days have passed, i'm jumping for joy,
If the day is grey now it's the sky not my mind,
I have sun in my heart, I know it sounds coy,
As my cloudy view at long last is not blind.

© Susan Michelle Baker