Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Should I?

It's this when the sense of progress is only hair
when what will i become
is hair what will i become.
One becomes quite quickly, one sees the view
in Santa Fe one learns to write one picks a dress one
sees the view in Jersey City one has
so many haircuts in just one life it becomes
everything it's awful to read
the news or to think of a neighbor
who is less happy and find the thought
unfinished, filled with hair, with hair-what-ifs
with nothing, that is, nothing. 


  1. just wrote a posted a same-themed poem, before reading yours. we're in the hair zone :)