Rousseau rests at the stonewall
By writ of recaption the rider recovered his stolen jealousy
He feels rightest of all
Beneath the Redwoods, the ambassadors of another time
Yet retains his ratbag personality

When the raptors talons are upon you
Speak his name with a rhotacized Rrr
Tell him you share his ribonucleotide reductases
Show him where the Nazi’s ratlines end
He’ll show you where the raftsman waits


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.