The future
We’re living in the future
I’ve seen the future
It is murder
A.I. finger tips slapping a human face
for all eternity
on the railroad tracks
is where I Want to be
across the empty lots
just me
the abandoned leather factories
the stacks of broken bricks
mortar unmurdered
the dirty old river
taking me home
Sun shines on us
homeless no more
no more isolation


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.