Louis Borgo Poems
'I need it cold' (how cold) , so cold that i can't feel my neck caps! ! ! ,
I need it so cold i forget this touch of a feeling.
Like the tracks of a huskie sparkling of crystal, clear so clear of a mountain i need it cold! ! ! ,
Like hand of a shuttle, settle free, empty barrels, like the softest place on earth.... of dropp of rain on the back of the porch....
'Honey Im Home'
'I need it cold'
But how cold is cold...
thoughts of crowing joy
in body the soul,
but wait there's more...
pasting of measure, feet taping,
but yet sapping, on the
there of sapping, hungry of just not knowing
that is the word of being humble...
the mystery of blending the
squrriel nut tree at the