Available for rating, if anyone so wishes. This is the culmination of my poetry class... how'd I do??
My thoughts are phlegmy bubbles
Trailing lengths of string across
The syrup steeped weight of my mind.
My eyes are filmed, congealed with this
That catches my lids: pendulumning down.
Thickness congeals, binding clotted varnish.
Density of weight, weight of thought
Am I dense in the head?
I cannot comprehend, I cannot give sound of voice
A dullard, rolling mollasses report
That drips from my tongue in gasps.
Lips wetted, eyes drawn like sails
Weeping torn streamers
Of surrender to a mind lost in thought.