Its Me Poem by Louis Borgo

Its Me



I'm the mountain that has risen,

I'm the tunnel that left castle floating by,

I'm the hammer to nail to beat to pull,

Sum up the words I'm beneath the castle wall,

Put in work like toad to stud,

Rampage the flood pastor to news,

Pick up fast I'm the new Walt Whitman,

leaves of grass on my side and,

Pay me for that song,

Like tunnel vision,

Measure time measure time what fit,

Is being,

ME.

Thursday, February 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and art
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