A love poem rediscovered (2005)

When the world takes its toll
and I take leave of this earth
Will you keep my severed ear in a jar
that you may whisper sweet nothings?
Will you cut off my lips and tape them to the wall
that you might hear my reply?
Will you cut out my throat
that i might still drink?
Will you take out my eyes
and put them on toothpicks
that I may see again?
And if none of these things
Will you cut off my nob
and shove it in my gob?