Black Tar Lung

 
Still coughing up
A black tar lung
Ink stains blot
My choking tongue

Quill races by
My mind’s undone
No fear of death
I’ve been expunged

Like alchemy
We’re having fun
But not quite like
When I was young

Matured respite
A refined hunt
Each letter penned
With dripping lust

Aging beauty
Hair like rust
I crave response
I crave your touch