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

i

have achieved something,

something tangible.