Tuesday, May 15, 2012

EGGS: 'Haircut'

Posted By on Tue, May 15, 2012 at 9:43 AM

He had a haircut that was an idea,
And parked in front of a fire hydrant.

I didn’t use gloves when I made his sandwich,
And I didn’t try to not stare at his processed bosom.

His manicured and feminine body language
Ghoulishly masked an unaware, negligent, and complex cruelty.

Impermeably more self-conscious than self-aware,
I was a minor character in a story more complicated than interesting.

He touched his face, removed the longer side of his hair from his face,
Spinning like an egg in a spoon on the tightrope of manly boundaries,
Of playing dress up and boy soldier and grown-up and house and God:

Complicated like a modernist poet making a grocery list for a Disciple
That’s really just a gopher, but desperately needs to inflate his errand
To justify the lost time also called a “commitment.”

But I don’t need to justify the commitment.

CERTAINLY not for $8 an hour
Pretending I’m sad God’s dead
But employed to keep burying
And burying like a ditto-sheet
Degrading Toil into busy-work

Because I’m not scared to
Go live in the woods
Under the bridge
Eat the bugs
And then blow my brains

Out my own insane &
Half-anonymous epic
Where human dignity
Is tangible in rhetoric
And can be used in an
Argument that’s a line
Of logic in a discussion
Describing “alienation”
As not a hopelessly big

Word.

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