The Head of St. John
by Bryan R. Monte
Some friends came by my apartment last night asking me to go out.
So I unsnapped my head and gave it to them saying:
Take this and put it on a table in the back of the room
where it can watch the smoke of conversation rise
and people get up to dance.
Then shove drinks down its throat and after it vomits three times
and begs to have its eyeballs taken out and spooned in water
tuck it under your shoulder and roll it down the hallway
to my door
And I’ll pick it up in the morning with the newspaper.