Poem For Critique Please?

~Write The Rites To Right The Wrongs~

I could cobble words,

lay them down within precision

of a heart-beat,

Perhaps, count their worth

within their division,

just to build

a better tunnel wall,

Or could I

remove random bricks

from structure.

Let light into their maybe corners

of policing doctrine,

rewrite policy

into abstractive art,

where meter is like

a foreign language,

yes I can,

for thoughts are not containers

for rules or formulations,

for counting lines of snorted coke

to see how high they merit.

Mine are hallucinogenic,

spreading multi-coloured shadows

in refracted reflections.

Not flesh wounds,

but body cavity piercings,

and I will say thank you

as my words slit your throat,

you may dance to your rhythm,

but don’t mock my song.