Summer.Heat.Haircut time!Salon students offer a bargain-
ONE DAY ONLY!ONE DOLLAR HAIRCUTS!
So I join the line of opportunists who place themselves
in the hands of the scissors of hairdressing students
one of whom offers a shampoo(i have already shampooed-
she talks during the process(not to me-more to fellow workers
and drips water down my neck.I am WET!(and a cat!
I smile and remind myself-we are all students..
She escorts me to a thin blonde wearing fake black plastic glasses
(it is NERD DAY,she explains,and asks me what i want).
"Peace,good health,prosperity,happiness"i reply.
She smiles-a human being!Then i share my theory of hair-
that hairdressers are artists(sculptors really-
they can take but they cannot add on once hair is gone..
She listens,then asks which instrument i wish to proceed with
(holding shears in one hand/chainsaw in the other)
(o k i exaggerate-but the supervisor had to come and check
that i REALLY wanted drastic hair reduction.TO THE BONE!
So the buzz saw came out and hair fell down
and the floor was filled with the roots of hirsute histories
You can see the result when next we meet.Truth in poetry
Yes-sculptors are poets too-adding by reduction
a quality of concentration artistic and aesthetic stylisations..