Phoenix Poem by Louis Borgo

I felt the ashes of the most darkes place on earth rise like a hat from a coat hanger
drop or carrie on who was the first and last to enter the door?
Learning of word plays sorrow out takes song may play on what play on
Bring back bring back bring back that saturday what left to say
Of words is that some time shattered to say.

Headlights turning road maps if I quote
Cormac McCarthy 'Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes
With which to sorrow it."
Who would have a better words of word play.


I say take but not of meaning that of suggest staying or being is it hats off bring
In the good news is it next of kin or borrow time
Suggest out of every rage could passion stream and if of pattern could
Form a stream would one run up stream
Sounds and volumes drop like rain that pass with every storm but
Yet who is there to hold on lovers of lovers anyone or
Does the colt tell it all.


If the 'the invention of the human' could tell you of all the senors if days come and days go
Who is the first to pick up and look and hold once word for looks before
Questioning or perhaps
Was it a beautiful question motion or looking may lovers of lovers
Know stress if guess every
Understanding took place.


If every answer could be answer books detail of description why would
Pages of pages of volumes of volumes turn like prints left in tracks of mud does
Some answer print there on being as a man I would say how was the story of
The bird and bees or perhaps the 'The Napping House' it is safe to say one to sleep
On it tonight was it a good day sound to be a good night.