To The Barber
Powder me with cheap talcum
as i inhale-exhale, inhale, exhale,
a set of cut hair strands from that little boy's mom
who's been since yesterday looking for a cough
-medicine of sort. Splash a liter
Of alcologne over my hair and dress it
nicely as if i were a king in the lands where bald
bards like eric and john and jonathan
reside undisturbed, gel
My hair with blood sweat as your blades criss
cross through and out the navels of my scalp, make
My day and end it well with a nice back meta
metaphor massage.
Myriad of thanks.
as i inhale-exhale, inhale, exhale,
a set of cut hair strands from that little boy's mom
who's been since yesterday looking for a cough
-medicine of sort. Splash a liter
Of alcologne over my hair and dress it
nicely as if i were a king in the lands where bald
bards like eric and john and jonathan
reside undisturbed, gel
My hair with blood sweat as your blades criss
cross through and out the navels of my scalp, make
My day and end it well with a nice back meta
metaphor massage.
Myriad of thanks.
Labels: acupressure, Cirilo Bautista, Sylvia Plath
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