carton of cigarette juice
childproof pineapple
pill bottle
won’t open
my head
needing something stronger
than the drugstore can provide
so I go to where the junkies
hide their magic
inside bricks
outside the gas station
reach in like
I’m fisting concrete and receiving
the gorgeous crystal secretions
dripping mushrooms
grow in the forest
even when its shaved down
purple swirls of ice-cream
eyeballs tilting
towards the elephant
I consumed
there’s no space in my
belly
so the nose goes up
rocket ship
chocolate chip ladies tending to the garden
of gnome statues
raping snail shells and drinking their slime
the grass grows where the shit hit
ground
mosquitos trying to get inside
me
find my force-field
intact
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