Poems from Lipinski
Today was your 53rd birthday
Tommorow will be tomorrow
But back to today.
Your sisters called, the ones living with your mother
You...
so, how it goes?
i suppose it could be said there was magic involved
magic on a level higher than low
she knows more about me than i do,...
Licking the tips of the fingers after feasting upon a moment
Laying on the floor the immobile body of evidence
Looking like, but really...
He could not see
She could not hear
They all had a condition called, alive.
Born of violence, such penetration
She the pain of labor
He...
The sixties of free love where sex, drugs, and music made the people quiver
LSD, marijuana, booze, sounds of bands in the ears
Sitting...