Friday, July 22, 2011


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?

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