and they summoned
said the rhyme from coaster
to this final acquisition
is it or is it not
in this dried tip of the finger,
they touched
into dis crowded space of reign
with words so to speak that
sucked any inspiration or being there.
in this custom gathering of people
in terms of a divided level of
relative constanance
it really did break up
into thick endurance.
then they were all phlegm.
not all at once
and not so obvious
however it was this indulgence
of cough and overthrowing their means.
turning away.
then beating the build up
spitting them
coarsely in masses of
phlegm.
then I felt such a relief.
celine charcoal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phlegm/
