times

there are times
when
the words come
in short bursts
the inside of my head
is covered
with lipstick kisses
over
cancerous growths.

as painted by
jackson pollock
with
hunter’s shotgun.

a roadside attraction
filled
with pt barnum’s
scraps.

times like this
i miss drinking.

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