i wrote a poem for you wanna hear it

EXCERPTED FROM THE NEW YORK POST

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN

and used it for what one would think,
the obvious science experiments
and what have you (doctors do)

and used it for the great good of
neurological study, unquestionable moral
keystones - well there was still
exploration of the personal psyche,
an act of course, of course,
that is at unsteady moral altitude
for what third party should read you?

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN

they used it to clean up the kitchen

for the brain is man’s most natural,

a sopping sponge of all things,

and being in the kitchen already

it was then fried in a pan

and with a wavering laugh

a nervous hand took it up
and took to shaking (jitters!
so soft to tacit touch!) and now
to take a funny lick!

if just to say we did it
yuk yuk yuk

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN
and passed it around and around
all oohs and ahhs, all gees and gaws
enthusiastic and possessive

they began pinning awards to it
(first place! the best brain ever!)
but sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin

was was it was what it was,
it was pride, and with that
they paraded around town
an illicit display of dominance

(you know, how “they” like to do)
eesh

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN
and fondled it mischievously

painted it to appear disembodied

(no shit right?) like an ultimate sex organ

or a work of conceptual art

totally unsatisfying, obviously

the whole experience, ruined

‘cause you can’t have his
and then go and make it yours
once you’ve snipped away
with every god damned wire

so say it out loud with me
“dead. is. dead.”

ain’t it true?

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN

who, him?
no, no the vacant
mule on the slab

oh, him?

oh gosh come off it

punt it across the field
someday everyone dines
with the devil’s prized pigs