Now in unison!
Every mother’s son!
Every atom!
Every Adam!
Every article of clothing in eden!
And every Eve in the evening!

The untrusting glare,
Of the snake’s stare.
There’s footed serpents walking ’round here!
Who shall guard the portal with fire and care,
Now that the man has become like one of us?
hear, hear…


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.