6/20/18 10:21 PM
i cough up black muck now
it’s a swamp inside my chest
trapping horses in stride
and the protected wetlands
never have birds year round
i cough up dead songs now
tatters and shreds in my ears
burning mud and gaseous time
clouds erupt from my chest
i cough up red fish now
and their eyes are pecked out
sandy trails from its throes
and my throat is still scratchy
i cough up errant hearts now
and each day is another fit