Very Bad Archive
March 3rd, 2009
Andrew Borne
I don’t know why
But there is a man I let stay
In my imagination
He stepped out of a comic
book
Or the future, or another dimension
He’s 7 foot tall
And eats canned fish and other sea life
No one else knows he’s here
He hides in sunshine
And door frames
Always silent
With a bare blue face
And a mile of hair
Always watching me
Never says anything to me
Never sleeps
Always pacing around in there
Waiting
For somebody or something
He talks to someone else sometimes
In the mornings
When I’m still asleep
Sort of waking
I hear him talking about cameras
And navigational equipment
I hear him playing with switches and dials
Sound effects
I can’t see who he’s talking to
But I assume they are watching too
It scares me
My heart rushes
Andrew Borne has published since joining on 10/8/09. Read more of Andrew's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Andrew's latest works: