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...
I'm struggling, like a bit, of a tongue,
I dont feel it's my time to speak, but please, as people sleep,
will it be all right,
Things on my chest, that I like to a dress,
So i decide to invest, in this hand written
Light to the eye, dropp of a dime,
I, decide it was time, to recollection my mind,