photo paper brain

how many more days

of waking up with rabbits

gnawing in my skull

cursing the still-dim air

for saying–

it’s much too early

and already much too late

some days i wish

someone would lobotomize me

hack off all the parts that sting

when exposed to sunlight

i’d put them in a jar

ship them far, far away

to live in a laboratory among

pickled fingers, livers floating in pools

jars of embryonic tears

the rare visitor will come

and marvel

at the accumulation

of fucked up

generations