I keep my spare head in my electric typewriter better than up on the shelf when you're too short you can't reach up to get your head down yourself but you can dance in squalid limbo just the same jazz hands play on keyboard shine alike in the mirror and clowns will only find you under the darkest covers ...
this is such a surreal title, I don't blame you for using it over and over! Reminds me of one of my flagship poems called "My Father's Head"