Recovering slowly, a torso fell
from a beat up truck by a rural motel.
The manager seen how the truck bed bounced
while dust flew up with a rolling sound.
Voices appear from the staff outside
In bulbous text in a western style
his mannequin neck spun to turn his face
the bars spills drunks out frame by frame.
Girls pushed girls side to side
to hear a suction sound as limbs realign.
The crowd just seemed to multiply
they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard:
"your retro career melted"
Everybody wants that fold of matches.
- May 01, 2003
- EnjOy IncUbus
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