Poems from Lipinski
Black cannot be controlled or taken back
Always there after the light
Sales
Skin
Actions of fools
Thank God for the stars...
Today my name is Boris
Yesterday it was Cindy
Tomorrow lists flutter with so many letters and veins
Blood pulsing as a heart is called...
Nobody understands nor should the body even try
In a realm of what could only be described
a touch
a bit
a piece of magic in such a...
Nutbag
Filled with flavors of sane and crazy
Mixed and turned, tossed and tumbled
Like a Mexican orgy after cocaine
only
sipping the cool-...
Awash with fatigue
Beached with exhaustion
Bodies bones creak and groan
Understanding how a rocking chair came to be
Movement
Back and...