Louis Borgo Poems
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
top of the fountain as
thought it may seem,
that living has fall within
my thought to know to be humble...
words to be humble
'1-6-88' (Jason Lyrics)
It was girls in my life,
that i remember,
oh how i remember,
the first hey and G-o-o-d b-y-e to that yellow brick road
(if sounds could reflected those tones)
Songs impression my soul,
like pedals so cruel to a rose,
Songs linguare like clock work,