One Brig at a Time

shiphold sailclaw
oceance ghostn
got out in
a music equipment box

muses overlaid on allegorically ill-gotten grains
oh, too many aside the points
sometimes, the peace of me
won't help itself to wore

out of damned socks
comes another foot
this time, not allowed to leave the counter
stretched by standing

no longer relevant
to the stages whose settings
made the novel new
and the shiny glue