Biography of Grace Kippers
Grace Kippers's Works:
Grace Kippers Poems
All the witchhazel in the world couldn't rid a sinner of her blemishes. A cat turns over ribbon and fabricates a cradle
A symphony of acidic content Poured down your throat to kill your nerve Alcohol will be the death of me.
Teeth Still Strong
My gums are swelling and my nose is getting sharp. I don't think that Archimedes himself could have come up with a better principle.
June Bugs And Fruit Flies
Society rushes in and out of offices Dressed in business suits and coffee stains. I check the weather as my father winds his watch. The son you have who promises you anguish
A Mollusk And An Artisan
An exit sign nurses sheet rock and asserts prioroties and helium. A minority of stalemates can end a war while leisure leans on patronage.
Speck Of Dust
Vacation, the smell of fish and headaches. You can close your eyes and pretend you're asleep, but when you hit a curb, You'll still be away from home
As smokestacks rise from the mouths of integrity's youth, chemicals seep in and out of listening ears. Propaganda becomes the picture of our water towers and septic systems,
Water And Sewage
Somehow, a handshake still rests on my steering wheel and a palm tree's health services are my brother's wound. Exhaust systems and auto repair can't compare to a contrasting pattern that wipes away my brown eyes.
Speck Of Dust
Vacation, the smell of fish and headaches.
You can close your eyes and pretend you're asleep,
but when you hit a curb,
You'll still be away from home
My brother holds a twenty dollar bill
And I remind myself of terrorism
The way we are is pre-historic
We kill to make life easier
Build a microscope