Habitually orienting myself to familiar surroundings
Delusion is an obstructer
Stonewalling me from observable truths
An overflush of reality is the treatment
To remove this cerebral odontoma

The enemy’s heroes outmarched our greatest hero
A dark unknown obstacle
Of euphonious outsides
Outreddens the face
An obliging facade


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 appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.