Unchancy flocks fly through the propellers above

We unlade the cargo once we landed
As the sun uprose from the horizon
My bones are satiated by its warmth
I unship the booze and lade it in my body

I eat but am unfillable
I suck at every last piece of meat and juice from the lobster’s cracked uropod

The uprisal began in Odessa off the Potemkin
The sailors upheaved the captains body sending it overboard
Upstart Bolshevik October


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.