Archive for December, 2011

December 21, 2011

recent spam from my inbox

by jhon baker

presented as poetry….

 

Now good is an opinion

of course you went to fifth grade

right

just checking

but it can also be a feeling,

 

a way of life in a larger sense.

 

– Spam from my inbox

 

and another….

 

Anyone willing to take the few simple steps

that lie between them and fitness

will shortly begin to feel better,

and the improvement will reflect itself

in every facet of their existence.

– more spam from my inbox

December 11, 2011

a full bloom

by jhon baker

the flowers are yours.

>

wrapped bloom

naked,

plucked ripe,

full,

stripped.

>

to be virginal

>

and honeyed

in tactile, close

.  .  eye’d

.  .  sensations

.  .  and warm, full

inhalations,

pressing close

>

between your breasts.

>

– Hoc Scripsi

>
I stayed up late for this one last night and I am not sure it was worth it. but there it is. – Jhon

December 5, 2011

two paintings and a poem

by jhon baker

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

last two in the series

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the poem from scrib’d

December 1, 2011

Today

by jhon baker

A day to remember, reflect on those lost. Not only those who have perished in the fight but those who are blind to it totality for both are tragedies that need not have happened.

There has never been a serious fight against AIDS by the US Government and it has always been the community that has pushed and achieved education, prevention, always the community that has stood the line and taken the risks and this next year is not the year to rest on our laurels as we will have not earned them until we have fought for and won a cure. I fight for nothing less. A cure is what is needed and until then – so do your partners, your friends and loved ones a favor – get tested. If that isn’t enough for you – think this – AIDS is an ugly way to die (sorry Micael) and we all know how much you want your corpse to be pretty.

Get tested, have a pretty corpse.

I post this for Micael who isn’t in Heaven, thankfully, but all his paintings hang there.

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