Comments about Michael Rippie
It seems I have not message of, color, race, or creed,
So I'll write about my table, simply out of need.
A can of cream style corn, a can of cut green beans,
Sit upon on my table, among the other things.
A pen, a knife, a roach-clip, all in disarray,
My what simple games, the human mind can play.
In the center of the table, stands a water pipe.
It stimulates my writing. Do you think it feels up tight?
It sleeps down in the cupboard feeling safe when out of sight.
It dreams about the table and the phosfloresent light.
It really loves the table. It always wants ...