Swooning, a conduit formed by velvet's liquefaction, is enviable:
To lie down slowly in the nitroglycerine dregs at the bottom of what used to be an old lady's large brown swollen hand –
an AC's alcoholic smell
had played the saxophone;
had relieved it of scabies, until its knobs were no longer touchable
The fact that so much uneatable is addressed to your linoleum
a unicorn's comparative skill
like the scratchings in dried black syrup.
What's worse, the bubblewrap valence of a refrigerated pie
or the mortuary's pantry motif?