Wednesday, October 1, 2014

1/2 A Bubble Off




the art of body politic 



if you measured with a level it was half a bubble off,
leaning left, like so many youth and old atheists do;
paintings must be straight to be pleasing to the eye.  

my reasoned hands grasp both left and right sides of the
frame and eyeball the position.  everyone eyeballs 
positions, perceptions dependent on tilt and angle. 

gallery light definition casts shadows downward.  
enlightenment must be in each scene's history.  focal
points are framed for reasons:  prayers to be answered.





















Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

Monday, September 22, 2014

Boiler Room


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                                   9 to 5 at midnight


                                   voices are dancing 
                                   with incomplete darkness,
                                   waiting for the grind
                                   to complete itself.


Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker 

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Dreamworld




REM / NREM


nestle a
blanket
cocoon

ear to
pillow dreams

believe
you're real

they - they
stare blankly

it's not
their fault
but yours:

your vision
otherwise.


Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Architecture Of Love









I can't spell rhythm


architecture is your body folded into mine,
each scale of skin synchronized unseen;
nature's elements cold and hot to the touch;
apparent beauty our state of mind, entangled.

a song scatters in the distance. we love,
and love abstract. I can't spell rhythm. I
taste it, though, and steal away your lyric.
some hear the wind, others the grand scheme.


Photos/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

Saturday, August 30, 2014

On Life, Living, Leaving.




thirst

isn't easy being the strong one; 
sailing the others along rivers, to
ocean currents, under depths 
of all the earth;  to let them 

fly jet streams above clouds, 
beneath sun and moon;  isn't
easy listening to memory in 
voices on long long afternoons, 

begging earth one more day. 
a windmill knows the water is
deep and waiting to quench: 
the cedar elm is thirsty. 




Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Random, Stunning Moments


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Photo/Text © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

Friday, July 11, 2014

Talk To the Dead



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Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker