poem for the girl from the club last night
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read
earlier this morning
as part of
my eternal quest
to impress the faceless blob
i call god
i unlatched my ears
and twisted my nose to the off position
so i could
carefully
remove my scalp
and examine my brain
i pressed my eyebrows
to eject my eyes
and twined them around
the back of my head
careful to protect
the pink tendrils
that held them
snaked
to the recesses of my face
then i sat there
for a while
with my empty sockets
watching it all churn
before i collected both eyes
in my left hand
and used my right
to gently fold a corner
in my lizard brain
like a dogeared page
in my favorite book
