Egghead

- Poetry - 

I would very much like
   to crack my brain
   and fry it on the page;
      to make something
      – anything –
      of my unfertilized
         gooey
            grey matter
               e   g   g.
 
If I poke and probe too hard,
             my center
            indubitably
                  falls
                   a
                     p
                        a
                           r
                              t.
 
                And what a waste
                      it would be
              to not use my egg to  
                         nourish,
                            fuel,
                          repair,
                           feed.