His cartographic axes are brass tacks,
the coastline’s punchline, gasconading cords
of fossilised frontiers, crispated tracks
like tails of hippocampi under boards
Debouched in search of false meridians,
and accolades ensconced in paradox,
with knuckles blanched, and mood obsidian;
obliterated algebra, wet socks.
As gaunt as ells of lightning, he withdraws
from drizzly ambuscades to make a sketch,
assuming nature’s subject to his maths.
He finds the inverse true when he abjures
his fractals at the last littoral stretch
by making sandcastles instead of graphs.
the coastline’s punchline, gasconading cords
of fossilised frontiers, crispated tracks
like tails of hippocampi under boards
Debouched in search of false meridians,
and accolades ensconced in paradox,
with knuckles blanched, and mood obsidian;
obliterated algebra, wet socks.
As gaunt as ells of lightning, he withdraws
from drizzly ambuscades to make a sketch,
assuming nature’s subject to his maths.
He finds the inverse true when he abjures
his fractals at the last littoral stretch
by making sandcastles instead of graphs.