Shaggy

This was an instantaneous poem, one that I felt in my bones as I got my hair cut.

She lopped off my soul

And left it on the floor

In nebulous piles

 

Her razor didn’t care

That my identity was there

All but bleeding on the floor

 

My only hope now

Is that this toboggan I wear

Won't be too hot in the Summer

 

 

Reviews

[Manda]

How intriguing and odd! I loved every letter of this creative piece of your mind. Well written in a simple style that gets the reader into the mindset of imagining. Very nicely and smartly done, hon! I loved it. :)

[Marie]

Ingenious. Smartly done...