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.

The End

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