Mar 01, 2010 00:16
The vader invaded my house
Late Saturday morning.
(I was not amused.)
He came a'huffing
And a'puffing.
I pulled in the welcome mat
And that was that.
Adios and good bye.
Then came the cutting of hair.
It went as well as usual
--Meaning not.
But cathartic it was.
A washing of emotions
And hair down the drain.
Except hair looks a lot
like it always does--a little too short
And the same bobbish cut.
So much for the grand cutting experiment.
Where's my favorite football head?
Joy for poppish happy music.
You make me sing
In all sorts of atrocious pitch
But hey, life's a...yeah, that too.
Did you notice, that if you don't look too hard,
Everything looks like wings.
I want to dream of the dolphin songs.
poetry