Ken Baker Biography

nibbled, dribbled,
picked, sticked then licked,
succulent.
over your thin skin
...

the universe never asked my permission
for her to leave town,
rocks and red sky,
a rosy little dream.
...

at a traffic corner,
your chest-high sign
reads-
veteran
...

for a flower
weeping, sagging
hang the tears
of the twilight.
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