Opening his head,

pulling the whole soup out.

Dangling neurons and wires

slipping through his fingers.

Patch cables and LED's. 

Strings of Christmas Tree lights

bearing tinsel and green needles.

An extension cord complete with a toy train

running endless loops around a tin track.

 

Throwing the whole mess into an

inter-departmental envelope

(Names crossed out, re-crossed, inked and labeled.)

and mailing it to her.

 

The wires and connectors stringing out his door

catching on the jamb

falling down the elevator shaft,

running free-at-last wild down the expressway

as he watches a dangling male-female connector

next to his desk

writhe mute

in hopeless agony on the floor.