Something Tangible

the self-mutilation

of severing the tones

from the drones

that circulate the brain

has taken place

now i begin on the

rest of this engine:

by denying the heart

any kind of love

it will surely begin

to rust, and place trust

in a dead brain to function.

at this junction

i will intoxicate myself

with so much drugs

i will shrivel-up

and die

only then can i say


have achieved something,

something tangible.