Spring sickness for the time traveling criminal
I approach
Palladic statues
Safeguarding the paynim city
The pilotman authorizes the engine driver to proceed
The paraffin railway lamp glows dimly in Abergele
Paramedics assess the scene
August 20, 1868

Pellagra has set in
Lesions on my hands
But I still grasp the putter and align it with the 8th hole
I still wear my parure of diamonds and silver
I’m still at the mercy of the penologist’s ideals
I still hide the necklace of pyracantha berries around my neck


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.