Actually—hang on
sailors, I want you
to wait!
until I can just
barely
begin to make-
out each floozy
little curve
and stray
nape of that ancient
and ooey-
gooey
warm jiggling
squirt of a melody—
and only
then! I mean—only
after that! should you
tie me
tie me
tie me
tie me
tie me down—fast!
to the
tottom?
no—
the bop?
no—
the butt!
of the mast.