Banana Cheese

Like an elf (Synth Elf?) in a final Christmas Eve production run, I'm furiously working on new material. No kidding. It takes time, but it won't be very long before it makes its way here. Until then...

Bone Head

            The hair faded & thinned away. The skin wore down. The skull ate through. It was a funny contrast, the bleached orb swelling above his eyes. They called him Moonhead until the dome sharpened like a pencil.

            By the time it had shot-up nearly a foot, he had meeked away. He covered his head with dark plastic & walked blind in traffic. His face lost color under the bag.

            He took off the plastic & dove from a peak. He hoped to ram his pointed skull back into balance. After falling a distance, he began to fly upward, spinning like an airplane propeller past the clouds.

            “I think I see God,” he said.

            There was a bright flash. He was engulfed.