A haircut.
Apr 26, 2014

A new start,
something fresh.
Friends look at you
with wide eyes
erasing all the previous
times you had met
with this new time,
all from something simple.
Something fresh.
A haircut.
Although going from
long flowing wavy
strawberry blond hair
to dark pixie short
brunette colored hair
is quite the difference...
but it's something fresh.
Something new.
Something great.

I recently got a dramatic haircut and I absolutely love it. Thought I'd share my thoughts about it here.
my Monk's haircut.
Mike Essig
Mike Essig
Apr 11, 2015

Got it buzzed
back to GI days.

A quarter inch
all over, I said
to the dubious barber.

It took some
getting used to
when passing

But now I love it!

I call it
my Monk's haircut.

No maintenance.

Wake up, perfect;
Swim, perfect;
Stroll about
in hurricane,

Now I love
to feel
the wind
in my hair
that is
no longer

Grew a beard, too. You wouldn't want to take me home to meet Mom. :)
JR Rhine
JR Rhine
Jan 6, 2016

Just a little off the top.
Drawin' a dotted line
'round the skull
takin' your shears
just above the ear.

Cuttin' a close crop.
Burrowin' into the skin this time
'round the skull
now your clippers
smilin' so chipper.

Leavin' a head clean smooth.
Whistlin' at a near-finished work
'round the skull
peelin' back the skin
bravin' a peek within.

Grabbin' that comb with its fine tooth.
Unfurlin' that pink mass of quirk
'round the skull
eyein' where tendrils append
trimmin' the dead ends.

Insanity/conformity. Memories of old barbers cuttin em all high and tight existing among memories I wish they'd trim off.
May 29, 2014

a few nights ago i saw a man
taller -
and wealthier probably -
than me on tv
being an expert
on what it doesn't matter -
in the same way it doesn't matter on what
miss world expounds.
her beauty,
her white teeth
and the gap
between her thighs
do the talking.
same way -
here was this guy:
and of
bafflingly eligible
celebrity tinged

i envied him nothing
his hair.
it was dark brown and straight.
mine's curly
and black.
i wear it short
so nobody knows.
(it's just a thing.
shallow, i know).

the next morning,
i'm sitting in the barber's chair
telling the barber about this guy's hair
and how i wished i had it.
the barber's been cutting my hair for years now.
his name's tony
and he's a really sweet old guy,
who never speaks much,
never tries to impress
but he's wise.
like a lot of humble
can be.
and, so, he's snipping away
and i'm thinking my thoughts,
he's thinking his,
and we're just enjoying the quiet
as two men in agreement can
the late afternoon sunlight streaming in,
quiet street outside
and i'm looking at myself
thinking about this guy on tv
and tony says,
almost like he's talking
to his own scissors,
"you don't get everything.
but you work with what you get"

and i think to myself
"what the fuck is that supposed to mean, tony, you old asshole?"
and he continues on, unspeaking,
peaceful as a shepherd,
going serenely about his work,
snip snipping
as parts of me fall to the floor.
and every line in his beautiful old face is saying
"i might be old
but at least i'm not young".

it would be fun, just one night, to share the company of a woman to whom you could say without irony "god, i love your sash"
ajit peter
ajit peter
Mar 29, 2014

Strands of hair unruly way
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Scrolling through the models on book
pictures in mind to decide the look
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Through the times in a different way
young ones cry of the barbers scissor
A grim look of teen in the mirror
every hair cut in the heart a terror
Good or bad an haircut is an adventure

thinking of this in a saloon
I got a haircut a couple months ago
Andrew Johnson
Andrew Johnson
Jan 5, 2014

I got a haircut a couple months ago
Just after I had the worst possible month of my life
And I guess it was almost symbolic
Because I was cutting ties and knots in my hair with what I had been killing myself over for the past year.

I got a haircut you would hate
Jan 14, 2014

I got a haircut you would hate

My eyes framed now by only the dark circles under my eyes

This loss of sleep is worth it

I’m finding myself without you

And I am in love with the person I see

another haircut,
Dana Kathleen
Dana Kathleen
Oct 12, 2014

I’m obsessed
with counting.
Even the 47 steps
to my English class.
When that became
boring I created a way
to document, not  
time, but distance.
And 47 turned to 54.

681 days since I
cut 11 inches
off my hair.

359 days since he
said Keep in touch
when the last
thing I wanted
to do was touch him.

319 days since she
didn’t text back and
then 294 days later
moved 1,731 miles
away and by now I
wouldn’t even know
where to send a letter.

One day
I decided to get
another haircut,
but I no longer bother
to know the measurements
of the pieces that
are only going to be
swept away.

#days   #time   #past   #change   #steps   #distance   #counting   #haircut   #calendar   #velocity  
RH 78
RH 78
Feb 19, 2015

The barber asked "what would you like?
slicked back?
           side parting?
                    centre parting?
                   skin head?
               bald head?
        A comb over?
pony tail?
        pig tails?
                               mop top?
                         French crop?
                 blue rinse?
           purple rinse?
"No thanks" I replied
"I'll have a short back and sides and make it messy on top please"

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