ripping out my follicles, locks of reprehensible
dead skin cells all arranged in a melodramatic pattern
we vacuously decided to name ‘hair’
that is what poetry is
plucking apart your DNA
the sting you feel which quickly resides
into your subconscious
and in your palms sits a golden shimmer
a small part of your whole
But within that microscopic faction
lays a traumatic story
of where you have been
and why you ripped your hair out
in the first ******* place
and sometimes, when the day is too hot
and eggs are cooking on sidewalks
melted popsicle residue on your fingers
a small melodic voice behind your ear
will whisper
“tear it all out”
and sometimes we listen
I think once we begin to obey the commands
from a disembodied voice
we begin to self destruct
with all our precious curls writhing on the ground
but that’s what you need to sacrifice
if you want to write your god ****
heart out
your sanity for your poetry
your hair for relief from the heat
an eye for an eye,
if you will
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
ripping out my follicles, locks of reprehensible
dead skin cells all arranged in a melodramatic pattern
we vacuously decided to name ‘hair’
that is what poetry is
plucking apart your DNA
the sting you feel which quickly resides
into your subconscious
and in your palms sits a golden shimmer
a small part of your whole
But within that microscopic faction
lays a traumatic story
of where you have been
and why you ripped your hair out
in the first ******* place
and sometimes, when the day is too hot
and eggs are cooking on sidewalks
melted popsicle residue on your fingers
a small melodic voice behind your ear
will whisper
“tear it all out”
and sometimes we listen
I think once we begin to obey the commands
from a disembodied voice
we begin to self destruct
with all our precious curls writhing on the ground
but that’s what you need to sacrifice
if you want to write your god ****
heart out
your sanity for your poetry
your hair for relief from the heat
an eye for an eye,
if you will
