Circuit Boards and Menthol

microchip my brain
with electric tranquillers
and funnel my sorrows
into the insides of ticking circuit boards

until my soul is fastened
to the serial codes of metallic bullets
and my sickness is smoke-screened
into lightening struck puddles

smear my stone heart
with watery menthol
and leave me out in the cold
for the rats to eat me alive

switch off my fears
with your inked fingertips
until all I can feel is the dust
settling around the gaps of my molars.