Whatever Ends Poem by celine charcoal

in or out of the summons
oh such a stupid thing to say
why to gust or to waste in this proper
isallyouhave ain't it

of course while it is another
tiny little interval to pause
to think or to breathe

there are too many proceedings in or out
some idiots
how to process
how to process
how idle
how wastefully eager
how micely triggered

off experiments
in dreams
during sleep
high heels

why now summon do you think
it is time to progress against
the earth and decay and the willingness
of her lust of her dust of her rust
it smells rotten
the way she takes is
and process
process
process

once she was a little princess
fair and beautiful
now she has to press
on what ohsheyes she
hassubs tense.