when the work is more powerful than your mind
when it overpowers your thoughts
and it takes over your heart
when it absorbs you
chews you up
shreds your flesh thru the teeth of its want
when the work consumes you
to the point
you just dont
all you are is not
it takes your brain
and your flesh
it over powers your cock
and consumes her pussy
you forget her breasts
your belly empty
your arms open
your balls broken
when your books are written
and your flesh is wrecked
when you are so bored of your own hunger
that you are glad to die
when you have traded everything in exchange
for gratitude for nothingness
and you want never to hear again among the flames of your life on fire
“yeah yeah thats a good one”
when you are absolutely so sick of yourself
you can only love those who can see straight
thru your manipulive passive aggressive bullshit
when you keep writing poems
all alone
wishing you had anything but more poems
while you keep writing poems
then my friend,
artist who dwells beyond death,
you will be a poet