A Burroughs nightmare

I’ve punched in for my shift at the insomnia factory,
maybe Burroughs will visit tonight with his
declarations to lovers and whores
maniacal constructs of benzedrine nightmares
all shaken, stirred
from his cocktails mess corpse
in tighty whities, panama hat
hunched over his typewriter,




spewing hymns
to the needle

Yes, very different from what I usually write.

I’ve obviously been reading a lot of Burroughs lately and he has been transporting me to a pretty dark world in my mind; it’s a nice place to visit sometimes.

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