Two Poems by Bob Baker

Water Cannot Be Compressed

Water cannot be compressed.
Wine, in freezers of forgetfulness,
Will crack as plans go on more blessed;
But Water, cannot be compressed.

Transcendent in its weariness,
Pacific yawns, one more sunset.
Smog, swallows down the pallid ball.
No pose of love, and peace for all.

Sucked down and, come full circle, spit,
Back east, as if they wanted it.
Rolling on in throaty waves,
Drawn lunar, in the purple haze.

Rising, falling, I'm caressed,
Upon the older woman's breast.
Drowning, I thank graciously,
Her envelopment of me.

Water cannot be compressed.
Move slowly, languid in the net.
You may push against the river; yet;
Water cannot be compressed.


Haiku #1

Play me cries the harp
The lyre begs for truths to speak
Fall air rusts the wire

{Poems by Bob Baker}