Tinted Windoors

nocturnal me turnin’
all that gold straw

boiling the coarse elbow skin
off a poisoned stove-top

into waitin’ silk lined casket
in tar lung of coughing

and through slits cut in weepy
window, sky’s milk stinks
like curdled cream.

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