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Cool Black Lung

pigeon girl of death
watches blind without a sound
eyes wide shut painted a shit brown
screwed up spangled mind
ulcer stripped and primed
sad chilled warmth
deformed and shining bright

cool black lung

opium slinted breath
she vomits what she has left
her gray divisions form a perfect line
push wick back into wax
powder up the trax
deciphering the hours like they are grand theft

cool black lung

©2014, Timothy James Swenson