People fuss about my hair.
They say it’s to long, get a
Haircut. But I say I am a
Poet and I want too grow
My hair long. It’s part of
The image. The last thing
I want to look like is a
Fricking businessman.
Tag: tresses
My Love
My love wears
A caftan.
With her long
Hair and
Facial features
Suggesting an
Exotic
Lineage,
She draws
Looks from
Others
As well
As me.
Happiness
Happiness soars like
The wind blows the
Hair of people. Flags
Flap vigorously in
The town square
For all to look at
While holding on
To their hats. They
Are happy.
Wordman of Alcatraz 