The International Style (notes on urban development)

Le Corbusier is sipping Le Courvoisier on the roof of an estate building,
At mid-night,
Counting stars and flies, flies and stars.
How did this urban sprawl called form come to be?

A glorious Functionary of the B&W,
An avid turn-piker,
A vision of the tower, not built for clocks but for a timeless sitting,
On a stoop, metal railing,
Lying, squatting,
Loitering, squallering,
Leaving the space blank for the 
                         multi-faith prayer room.

The blue print is named "Anadonia",
It has been approved by the one and three quarter star general,
Who got the post,
Rubber stamping at the bureau.

"Ornament is crime",
The obit. Read,
Written in limestone,
That will dissolve into obscurity come the first rain.

Crisp neighborhood Leisure Park,
Where pretty kids, with locks and cornrows come to know who is the king of the Monkey 
 Bars and play in the sand box,

Filled with rusty nails and shard glass,
            The gold locks become Persian red,
                   Especially after a game of

                           rock-paper-scissors.     
                   

                                           Cony Island subsidized housing

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