Poems from Lipinski
With nothing to wear, not even the shell of body filled with so many imperfections
With winds breeze blowing through a world of sounds...
(written for sobo...)
brown eyes so full of gaze
peering up to see the stove hot; bacon grease; mix to make morning cakes
flipped...
There was a knock upon the glass pane
When, it does not nor did it matter
Eyes took in the view as the soul felt relief
Wrapped tight in...
It does not matter if it was a vote, or even a general consensus
"Here. Here. I say!"
A way of defiance and belief
as if...
Such a plan...
Eating Marabou chocolate this morning imported from Sweden
Watched some robots dance on a mat with some really good moves
Tortellini and...