I’m stumbling around
Couldn’t hear the heart beat in the ground-ground
Waiting for the man
Looking like a hero in my garbage can
Now little oyster, now, you are mine
Can’t you erase my mischievous mind?
Find out the facts
Report them back to me
Here I am all covered in sand
Where have you been?
In the auditorium singing your hymns?
That’s where I am
That’s where you’ll find your friend
That’s who I am
I am that I am
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.
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