market.
Unique seduction. Never any trouble enunciating the lexicon of elegance. To think now of your shameless cruelty, luxury object/subject aquiline and ruthless, piercing and wan. Appraise me like an artifact. Turn me this way & that. Neglect me with your unswerving appetites: things caught and then left again, worked loose from the whole. Gavel on the auction block. Runway-fast rap. Wickedly you quarry the airborne manuscript. You devise an exquisite system. Affronted by analysis, returning to the détournement. Carrying on obliquely so the difficult truths can be left unsaid. Instead: your twisted name, the twisting drop-cap of our district. The spare work of saying something only to find yourself beginning again.