Poems from Lipinski
it would be easy to write a poem about myself
or, you
they,
them...
it would be novel to write about the politically incorrectness of...
Funny thing, justice...
Black seeking justice for the crime of being black
White seeking justice for being white
Politicians speak of...
Jet boat races where the fans clap and point while engines roar to gain
Seven devils full
People all around
Sun shining
Heat was warm
Water...
Among the clouds there is a place for everyone
Spreading the arms in thanks to the only one
Knowing nothing of soil and stone can destroy...
On one side or the other,
just within grasp
a glimpse
of what
cannot be
seen.
In a flick or smoked candle
benign thoughts race full speed...