The soundless waters swarm
A triangle poet’s
Eyes surrender to the storm

The Smithsonian gull
Is a motor boat
Rambling in the gravel

Derby Wharf Lighthouse
All emerald litter
Stands towards the white house

The consuming and conflicting
River’s glitter
Flows with empty cans of silly string

Jutting pier just appeared
A siren’s memory
Of the captain’s beard

Lifeless on the rocks
An Emerald City
On St. Patrick’s Day docks

Veni, Vidi, Vici


Andrew Borne is 2 Cups Poet 1 teaspoon Musician 1/4 teaspoon Salt 1/2 cup Absurdity 3/4 cup Chef 1 egg, beaten 2 1/3 cups Family Man. Mixed together and served raw. His column 7x appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.