My, this sigh burns
Signed onto my thigh a flowering tangerine
Lumpy aghast! Gallop at a ghost!
And all that is Seen and Unseen,
Spirit fill in me!
The Light! Lickety-split!
A Lantern when I am blind
Of what is Unseen,
A prayer for a prayer
To be closer to The

Of all that is Seen
And Unseen
Snail-Speed
Ripping away
Gouging in me
A new spirit
Wholly

 

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.