exile vaporetto
here & the wood fence high
they've taken away the Bird Girl
because of tourists
magpie
assembles a scenario
fallow ukase
for moonglade eelfare
balls of fire hover
above the mainmast
whole fam'lies buried
by a shell in the night
& we struggle to schedule
the least little confab
what else beyond our power
we are blind even to ask
the electric slaughterhouse
my perse kenningar pursue
snerdlecore knows as well
tobiku girasole
& Fillmore
in my exile vaporetto
is like a stage Venice
the front yard full of Yule rubbish
"Define my ego:
Obese boogeymen I fed."
--@Anthony_Etherin
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