Monday, September 22, 2014

Boiler Room

                               Click on image to embiggen:

                                   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



nestle a

ear to
pillow dreams

you're real

they - they
stare blankly

it's not
their fault
but yours:

your vision

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