Gnawing at refined madness

Threw all my tobacco
in the trashcan
outside,
too___ I don’t want to take
my prescriptions,
since now I have alternatives

I’m sweating,
chewing on toothpicks &
some buried aspect of my psyche wants
to break everything

I keep laughing at it though

when I want to punch something
I just smile___,
because I understand the point of this
transition.