This is Kansas, Toto
There is a two-headed man
living just outside Topeka
who rarely goes into town.
On Friday nights quite late
he’ll wander into the roadhouse
and order two Heinekens.
He’ll draw the odd stare, but
as long as he puts a twenty on the bar
the drinks will keep arriving.
There’s usually at least one
drunk in the corner who will stare,
so potted he sees a single head
on each of two men, with hair
shifting from black to bleached
blond and back again.
Most of the patrons, by last
call, see him and smile, totter
home and tell their wives
of the strange man with
two heads who lives somewhere
outside of town, near, their wives
assume, the twins, who stumble
home each Friday night, arm in arm.
Louis Faber
Louis Faber is a poet and writer. His work has appeared in MacGuffin, Cantos, Alchemy Spoon (UK), Meniscus and Arena Magazine (Australia) New Feathers Anthology, Dreich (Scotland), Prosetrics, Erothanatos (Greece), Defenestration, Atlanta Review, Glimpse, Rattle, Cold Mountain Review, Eureka Literary Magazine, Borderlands: the Texas Poetry Review, Midnight Mind, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His new book of poetry, Free of the Shadow, was recently published by Plain View Press.
