These are somebody else's words
I guess I'll use them for today
I have been handed a dictionary
And told that there's no other way.
I suppose it makes sense
That for you to understand
These thoughts that come from the air
And exit through my hand
I'll use the same old common words
Used through out the land.
But let's just say
We got it wrong
And the words we got
Just don't belong.
Don't freak out
It's not so scary
We'll simply need
A new dictionary.
LAUGH
If we could all bathe in the sink, we would.
About Me
- David Borlo
- March 3rd, 1970 on top of a hill in the San Francisco Bay Area, I was released into the world according to God's catch and release program. Ever since then I have been swimming my way back up stream. Along the way I have discovered a few things. One, I love making up new words. It worked for Shakespeare. Two, I love the feel of the ocean breeze and three, I love my family. I have been writing poems on and off for 20 years and am hopeful that somewhere in the words you are inspired to be apart of this expression we call life.
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