The Headless Man

if Rowena's kuzzle was the center of the Earth he'd look for a shovel she was an underpass hooker exploited by a grim and grimy past reckless as the day is long a tourism so shameless her own union set her on fire I can't praise them enough I advised her to talk to her real self and got 5 blank staring minutes basically because she didn't have one only an extremely accurate echo but she was a rebel and I loved her kept her head lice population down just so she could tell me the occasional bedtime story on an empty stomach hear now the legend of the Headless Man once and a long ago lived a man with no head one of the many stigmatized gentry in the long forgotten dairy maid uprising somehow he could see hear and gesture even though the neck was a pink nub but he was hung like a meatloaf making maidens titter at the village well sighing rolling their eyes gasping flushed um where was I ah he fell in love with the Bodiless Woman of course knowing she could be of some use it's a story of egregious assumptions a belching sewer of lust and depravity a juggernaut of rash political ambition um where was I ah in the village below the holy men gathered around Rowena’s oracle head they came as the ancient test required to run barefoot across the fire pit at Detroit Jimmy's BBQ the winner was a few inches shorter from the victory tap dance a ritual purification of the sense of motion accompanied by stigmas and signs of wonder Detroit Jimmy married Nub and Rowena in a cabbage patch ceremony under the stars wicked little boy went Row on their wedding night mud bath work me like your first bag of fries went Nub in all humility and they rode upstate in his Rocket 88 the road spreading gently like a great pastry From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/