"hands on the hips" is the newest volume of the collected poems of Jhon Z. Baker, compiled from published and unpublished poems. This is poetry for the real, poetry for the people, poetry for the moment, poetry to satiate the needs, poetry of an American outlaw. "untitled (the sane) The sane point fingers to keep themselves appearing sane to stay their definition The glamorous point bejeweled fingers to keep their proportions as the definition of beauty Well, stop pointing your sticky fingers at me I will not obsess your definitions I am comfortable in my own imbalance and deformed self"

"hands on the hips" is the newest volume of the collected poems of Jhon Z. Baker, compiled from published and unpublished poems. This is poetry for the real, poetry for the people, poetry for the moment, poetry to satiate the needs, poetry of an American outlaw. "untitled (the sane) The sane point fingers to keep themselves appearing sane to stay their definition The glamorous point bejeweled fingers to keep their proportions as the definition of beauty Well, stop pointing your sticky fingers at me I will not obsess your definitions I am comfortable in my own imbalance and deformed self"