The Hidden Perils of the Shallows
by grimbeau
once while drowning
sheepishly
in the Black Sea
a big black boat
snook up and jumped
me from behind
after some time I
pulled what of me
was left together
tucked it up safe in
screeds of belly lard.
a rescue party
arrived and asked
me if I’d seen me.
I said a curt yet
polite no and
crawled back ashore.

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Whose found art (who’s found art?)?
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Whomsoever?
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so obscure. 🙂
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yes, ultramontane
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