smearamid
one foot in the stave of a stove moat
searching for meaning's orphans
derelict as advertised, and full of high dollar vinegar
attracting more sugar than flies can
pass thru an oligarch's sty
splintered into bacon only francis can sell
on a seashore swilling troll snores
harpy harpooning lampooned hydrofoils
skimming over the hedge fund miasma
at once encircling
and at once disappearing into reverse smoke
tossing unmeant utopias
atop the smearamid
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