May 31, 2005 13:08
At the manilla desk I'm
Lolling in murcidity;
Contra-callow and
Cock-eyed lazy
Staring through purpled
Rimmed circles with
Tactual tastes budding--tracing the tawny bisque
coating the back wall of my choked throat
Ahem hurling briny phlegm in a mucilaginous ball
toward and tangled in the net of my teeth,
then settling beneath my tongue
Yum
HOW COME CREAM CURDLES IN MY TEA? IS IT THE LEMON'S ACIDITY? I ALWAYS WONDER.