i like the experience of having a mad
former jewish lady a newly
muslim convert singing her songs
while taking a bath while i'm trying
to take no. 1, 2 & 3 on throne of thrones,
mood no mood, no scented
candles either...
                   it was called self-****
then, it might as well be called self-****
now...
         but then the gladdening
moment of her coming in the evening,
saying something or other,
bu then paying me a compliment
on tending to my bush-wagon that's
a beard...
            i love these extremes -
as a young man i decided to grow long
hair...
        that died...
           then came the ambition for a beard...
now with a beard you can really
forget any ambition to become
a fiddler... or eating raw carrots...
              shampooing and conditioning
is fun...
                mm... scented *****!
       ha ha...
            a beard to a man is like
        dough to a woman...
         to knead it, fiddle it,
                      thinking about that
ancient city of the sight of a chin...
               and the sandpaper fibre of
  5 in the afternoon...
                        god...
      i became such a kid after attaining
mid-20s maturity of actually having
the hair intended to be deemed:
           Bodom.
                      still... she can sing all she wants,
i'll do my no. 1, 2 & 3...
      and then answer the door
one evening and it will still be:
like your beard...
    thanks;
so how does that work,
  i keep my beard you keep your brazilian
wax,
          or is it: you only get a brazilian
wax because i have a beard?
      or, you don the short-hair pixie
fetish i have, you keep
  the ***** dreads, i shave my beard,
and grow my hair long?
or i shave my head,
   grow a beard,
  you get a brazilian, grow some underarm
hair, but at the same time
don a pixie hairstyle?
          i mean... ****...
it's confusing with so many
variations!