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Ode To Torement

Grant couldn't stop thinking about the Hope
It was just so perfect and pale
But he could never forget the grope

That morning, Grant was shocked by the kaleidoscope
He had to calm himself with a fail
Grant couldn't stop thinking about the Hope

Later, Grant was spooked by a scope
He tried to focus on a sail
But he could never forget the grope

Raven tried to distract him with antelope
Said it was time to start thinking about a trail
Grant couldn't stop thinking about the Hope

Grant took action like a rope
The Hope was like a toxic mail
But he could never forget the grope

Grant nosedived like a supreme mope
His mind turned into a nail
Grant couldn't stop thinking about the Hope
But he could never forget the grope

Copyright © Grant Baker | Year Posted 2021



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Strange and Electric Across the Sky

Strange and electric over the sky

All electric among the flowers
I speak to entrancing symbols against the fog
Whoa! The lust has vanished
Totally transparent against the tomb
We expel happy visions beyond the ground
Yo! The King is born
Strange and electric over the sky
We extort blue cats before the shadows
Beware! The devil is born
unsure alive
never meeting
an old passport
For whose sake
your brother
go without luggage
taking a chance

Copyright © Grant Baker | Year Posted 2021

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Lying In Her Long Veils On the Calm Black Water

Lying in her long veils on the calm black water
In a dream I shall feel lull them asleep among the foliage;
pours burning love the devil's paladins;
that by starlight! of black devils and black wolves!

The wind kisses her breasts by the wave.
- a nest of mad kisses, the star has wept rose-colour.
In a slumbering alder hemmed in by chimaeras.
- from violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.

Lying in her long veils, on the calm black water
embroidered with black moss her great veils rising
mount in my soul but endless;

I cared nothing for all, hurled of the hulks hurricane,
of sour apples pale-eyed realize in antique dramas
the scented twilight, devoured by vermin

Copyright © Grant Baker | Year Posted 2021


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