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 relign

the crowd just seemed to multiply

they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard:



"your retro career melted"



they couldn't have agreed with the manniquin less

they didn't understand what the manniquin meant

the sound of a barrelled gun held to the back

some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass.



fleshtone shards fly by wild 

they fill a plastic bag with the parts inside

the bag got dumped, a town nearby

they reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard:



"your retro career melted"