Nick Romeo

An Ode to Detachment 

I am not sure if I could rid you
from my life / from my brain 
unless I have a section removed
cauterized and electrodes attached 

so if / when someone says / uses your name
or if / when I’m reminded of you in some way
a pulse of electricity can numb and soothe
creating a scene of sunsets / oceans / clouds 
so that my mind can be clouded
shading the intense panorama that you invoke 
of carnal dopamine nukes with spikes
of endorphin / adrenaline / serotonin agonists
mixed with supra-abnormal oxytocin blasts
all culminating in a galactic whirlwind
which absorbs all light and brain matter

but I am not sure if science can resolve this
spicy carotid jugular coupled information stream  
as it transfers corrupted corrosive thoughts 
of holding your hand while I drown in quicksand 
or in a swamp filled with algae / alligators / amoebas

but then you can still hold my hand 
since the rest of me will be gone
and maybe take it with you 
in case you need a hand 
to place on your shelf with a tag 
It was fun while he lasted