We slip into the stuffy salon I know he’s really nervous But, I swear, I’m doing him a service. There’s a disheveled stack of nineties hair magazines, But all the styles look like they are for Halloween. His name is called and back he is hauled. Tick Tock Tick Tock Snip Clip Snip Clip The hair falls to the ground. A nose appears, and then two eyes. His hair will no longer be a disguise.
Nothing to do but do nothing. Motionless, paralyzed, I melt beneath the majesty Of the sun.
Petrified of the vastly unfamiliar nature Of the world that resides Beneath the surface of the sea, I swim in my own mind instead.
Strangers, clouds, and streams of color Flood all around me As time is suspended in the golden air. The sea rushes and recedes Just beneath my feet, And as my eyelids surrender to the heat of the sun, I withdraw from the world In willing and blissful defeat.
Touch down neat on the sticky black top Removed far from the favela No frowns just sweet smell Clutch a minty rum with a pink umbrella
Tricky taxis and bandit bartenders Swilling cash and cubes in pockets in glasses Till the parents turn backs Till the morality surrenders But only when simple logic the pleasure surpasses
Glazed like donuts Eyes fit in dazed sockets Projectile vomit flies like vile ceramic Moon Palace bound rockets
We slip into the stuffy salon
ReplyDeleteI know he’s really nervous
But, I swear, I’m doing him a service.
There’s a disheveled stack of nineties hair magazines,
But all the styles look like they are for Halloween.
His name is called and back he is hauled.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Snip Clip Snip Clip
The hair falls to the ground.
A nose appears, and then two eyes.
His hair will no longer be a disguise.
Nothing to do but do nothing.
ReplyDeleteMotionless, paralyzed,
I melt beneath the majesty
Of the sun.
Petrified of the vastly unfamiliar nature
Of the world that resides
Beneath the surface of the sea,
I swim in my own mind instead.
Strangers, clouds, and streams of color
Flood all around me
As time is suspended in the golden air.
The sea rushes and recedes
Just beneath my feet,
And as my eyelids surrender to the heat of the sun,
I withdraw from the world
In willing and blissful defeat.
Touch down neat on the sticky black top
ReplyDeleteRemoved far from the favela
No frowns just sweet smell
Clutch a minty rum with a pink umbrella
Tricky taxis and bandit bartenders
Swilling cash and cubes
in pockets in glasses
Till the parents turn backs
Till the morality surrenders
But only when
simple logic
the pleasure surpasses
Glazed like donuts
Eyes fit in dazed sockets
Projectile vomit flies
like vile ceramic Moon Palace bound rockets