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lead zen (20170307)

March 7, 2017 crow

good god
i am filled with lead
not the hot lead
you would expect
being slung around
by cagney or bogart
but the kind that
fills the blood
coagulates it like venom
presses down on the muscles
demands your eyes to close
and you you want to say
yes

Posted in PoemsTagged art, artist, creative writing, dead, poem, poet, poetry, sleep, sleepy, write, writer, writing

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