Song of a Reformed Headhunter

Palinode I I take it back. Life is better than shit. My dad did not say shit but he should have. You only find this out on the other side when you start missing your sense of smell. The colors are all right, still dancing their foxtrot, their ja ja jambo. Voices still appear slinky, or slate, or stupendous, like Charlton Heston as Moses. But no smell. Nothing. No shit. That’s how you know you are now in a dream from which there is no waking. I take it back, I take it all back, what I said.