M A S T H E A D 23,999

In anonymity I live
Within the expanse of sea
Right up to the tor —
A miner taken by a sucker punch
His halyard flapping free
Floating aloft.

Le Corbusier’s aim or arm was higher;
Uncleanly wrought but still tallish.
WA looking like a scottie dog on the map.
Look hard, you’ll see i††.

Screw common gab.
I lament the death of the masthead
As any sailor would.

Once Couperin sang to callow youth,
By-and-large like a fat dyke
With asti on the table and some cheese
Just for the mice. Clapped out, yawning,
A mystery man with a single sock
And but one soul, unschooled.
So bloody Gemini. Ashlar. Ragstone.
I withdraw now: bye-bye.

OIF
Sledge