

HairI hate my hair! And all its twisting turning tendrils Growing from my scalp And slithering in matted split-end ways Down my back around my face Sliding in through my ears to strangle My brain, tangling webs of Disappointment and annoyance Making me think a little gel here A little hairspray there will tame this monster Currently devouring my nose and waiting To feast on the delicacy that is my eyes Voracious and starving as it Eats up hairpins and ties, Breaks all my clips and in Recalcitrant cries ofHair
"Gibsonian" defiance, cries: 'Freedom!'


King's Square CafeAlmond kisses my tongue underneath the heady bitter taste of warm coffee rushing down my throat, I'm hidden and exposedKing's Square Cafe
sitting alone in the window of a street corner cafe-- Vanishing in the open, becoming nothing but
a silent pair of green eyes, looking out from behind a coffee cup-- a faint smile on my lips.


The Danger of Monotony---In your shadows I am swimmingThe Danger of Monotony
Trailing my fingers lightly through the wind, I am missing the comfort of soft hair under my chin.
Today I am an excavator. Tomorrow, a spelunker.
There is always something to learn.
I want to slip inside murky irises and see new things.
Colors not yet named.
Eyelids separate two whizzing microcosms.
“Everything looks sharper when you open them.”
Masquerading as a concrete and steel druid,
I etch my name through the clouds and sky.
Today I am the window. Tomorrow, the asphalt.
We lay together as the wo
--
Either I mistake your shape and making quite
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
called Robin Goodfellow?
Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
--
Either I mistake your shape and making quite
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
called Robin Goodfellow?
Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Keith
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