HAIRCUT

“In this world of toil and sin,
your head gets bald
but not your chin,
Burma Shave.”


Pot-on-head style in PS 159.
“D.A.” cut on Brooklyn streets.
Army sheared me like a lamb,
(for slaughter?)

Slick and shiny I was cruising Queens Boulevard.
A casual neglect at NYU.
Over ears like John, Paul, George and Ringo.
Cut for business on Madison Avenue.

Thinning
counting hairs
on brush.


Stylists
try to make what’s left
look good.

Gray.
Short.
Shaved.

Damn you, Narcissus.



©T.Puma/MMXII