ISHTAR'S BAD HAIR DAYA Poem by A.T.B.
The first sad look today is
in my cracked mirror.
Today is a good day for a
sassy
short
hair
cut
that would show my almond
gazelle eyes and sensual lips.
I need something to accentuate
my beautifully pronounced
features and disguise
my not so many flaws.
What I need for this bulky
coarse hair of mine
is a cut using
graduated
layers.
To create added texture,
I need the
ends
chipped
and razored.
I need Hathem with his
feminine bold “touch.”
His metallic clip-clipping scissors
and warm running fingers
send quivers down my spine
long after the leather seat
is cold.
But these luridly repugnant
long bearded men from another
time ambled into his salon
and said they disliked his tune.
Ludicrous!
They shot him in the head
turning his hair red which
didn’t go well with his complexion.
A thunderous boom outside
my window.
I look back into the mirror.
My face acquired a new crack.
What a sad look I have today.
© 2008 A.T.B.Reviews
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Added on April 14, 2008Last Updated on April 19, 2008 AuthorA.T.B.http://cabalamuse.wordpress.comAboutI am neither fish, fowl, nor good red herring (from ASK THE DUST by John Fante.) I'm the author of writings that are yet to be understood. Soon, the world will catch on. more..Writing
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