FALLING HAIR
FALLING HAIR
AS I SIT AND THINK
I NOW WANT TO GET VIOLATED
A PERFECT CHANGE IN MY LIFE
MY COMFORT ZONE HAS CHANGED
AS SHE COVERS MY NAKED SKIN
AND PREPARES TO CUT
SHE IS SMOOTH
AS EACH BLADE OF HAIR FLOATS AND FALLS
THEY FALL TO THE FLOOR
WITH ANOTHER RIGHT BEHIND ANOTHER
UNTIL THERE BECOMES A STORM OF HAIR
AS THE HAIR CONTINUALY FALLS IN GROUPS
AS SHE STROKES EACH TIME ACROSS MY HEAD
ALL THOSE NERVES, BECOME MASSAGED
AND MY BRAIN BECOMES ENLIGHTEND
SO STILL HAIR IS FALLING
EACH WITH NO MEMORY
BUT ONLY A DESTINATION
AS THEY FALL TO PILES
TO TRY TO BE TOGETHER AGAIN
THE BROOM COMES QUICKLY
AS THEY ARE SWEPT AWAY FOREVER
I AM STILL SITTING
LOOKING INTO THE MIRROR
I SEE A NEW MAN
I SEE A NEW LIFE
THAT’S WHAT YOU GET
Joseph A DeVoe 11/08
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