how having hair will cure you.

 

 

 

for all I know it rains in other places than here; huge torrents

with hail and trees bowed like the backs of great apes. Younger,

I would sit at the same window grandma said the frightening spirit

would enter, then hide his fake a*s under the house, so I know

a thing or two about 'explanations'/. With a dad whose last flailing attempt

at glory in war were the curly haired pictures from behind the lines where

the hero's had to be fed.

 

so all I have, (all anyone really has) is my hair, what's left, slender, threadlike

outgrowths that people know you by. Seeing me again at the class reunion (30)

when most of every one's has  been burned off  by radiation or chemo, or for the women,

weave glue for those long Remy Brazilian units with those parted baby hairs

that make it seem:

Make it seem as if nothing happened between Mr. Leland's algebra class

and divorce. Three kids by different men and cellulite.

 

that's why I believe there had to be a Jesus. If for no other reason than

to bridge the divide between the human demands of time and looks. Balding heads

and overwrought bellies. S**t, someone even pointed me out in the yearbook,

"class president", "studious", "unfunny" Angela Tolbert wrote. My eyes looking off,

seeming to nail my secrets to some mythological cross. Wearing the same brown suite

from "Todd's on Broadway" I would wear to my navy induction.

 

For my love of time past I can only say thank you. Hairs continue to fall out

unlike the seeds of a maple tree, non-seasonal. Thank you for the rain and wind.

Thank you for forgetfulness and the outline of what was. Thank you that Don Cornelius

has gone on to glory. Why again waist a good erection

on the Soul Train Line.

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[Beccy]

Hair recedes, waistlines expand, but we remain the same within.

Stand in front of a mirror and lift your left hand up and your mirror image will of course lift your right hand up. Just imagine a world without mirrors, we might at last get to see what really matters. :))

Wonderful write.


Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my love Beccy.......and good morning to you....dana

[1VJ]

Superb imagery, love 'trees bowed like the backs of great apes.' Down to earth and highly entertaining, many smirks and smiles between the lines.

Best reasoning yet I've come across for belief in Jesus.

Here here to hair, Soul Train and erections, forever may they thrive and burst forth.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my love for stopping by to visit me.....

[Ken Simm.]

My hair has never been a problem. (Well it has but that was the length not the lack). What I can never get past with you is the way you can fetch a subject up from your history, your soul, your reading and tun it into something that has me sitting back with gasped compliments and expletives. I think there are two more I know who get me to say how do they do it? To myself and the world at large.
Go on, you can tell me, How do you do it?
I suppose I've got to say, in a word brilliant!

[h d e rushin]

thank you Ken.....I know you've heard that I've been battling a brief illness....getter better though.

I am trying to get my poetry to sound like the poems that I am reading, and I seem to read every poem that I encounter....I know it's the wrong way to write, trying to find some words from the inspiration of other words, but that's how I do it. I can't tell you how many poems I've written just from the marvel that your genius invents, but it is true...
I continue to learn....thank you my friend....dana

[caesarkreshen]

Perhaps waist is waste.

The first two are good. It doesn't read like prose but like it's narrated. I guess it skips up a bit in 3, to me, not because of Jesus or anything... but it seems like you lost the flow or it stands out. Esp the s**t, someone... part.

Could perhaps cut 'hairs continue to fall... from the last paragraph and make it all thank yous? I dunno.

[h d e rushin]

I'm glad you are back, but you seem to write things then disappear for a period. Poets never really go away you know. dana

[caesarkreshen]

yeh, I don't have the energy to rebuild it.

I'm not a poet. I am a mystic. I don't go away, just from here. - dances- enjoy your life and hopefully critical acclaim.

[emmajoy]

Should i laugh too loudly at that ending, should my eyes open wide at the thought and sight of
,
'.. to bridge the divide between the human demands of time and looks. Balding heads -- and overwrought bellies. S**t, someone even pointed me out in the yearbook, -- "class president", "studious", "unfunny" Angela Tolbert wrote.'

QED: you woz there. Thanks be, indeed.

There IS something special that remains to remind the mind that uniqueness falls in such different ways, that what was the highlight is now - perhaps, the only light in a very slowly diminishing life!

As ever, an extraordinariness of words!.

[h d e rushin]

I would so love to meet you emmajoy.....if just to sit on your knee and listen to how you spin
this world on it's needle. thank you my friend....dana

[emmajoy]

Skip the sitting on lap, might never walk again!. However, two armchairs, a few sips of coffee or whatever and we could probably put the world to semi writes.. oops - rights. So hope you're feeling more and more like self.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Don Cornelius...ah yes...and hair....kind a like this one a lot...i am grateful to still have a thick head of hair....my dad has super thick, brillo pad hair...guess i will keep mine...

and i let it be long..it is all i have left of youth, of time spent, of relationships...they took my heart, never my hair...get away Delilah...

love the class reunion idea...reminds me there have been no reunions for us for many years...

and would we want to revisit?

j.

[h d e rushin]

when I see your picture I wonder about your hair Jacob. Does it part itself from memory or match
read morewhen I see your picture I wonder about your hair Jacob. Does it part itself from memory or match
your beard out of some strict imitation? You look like my poetry instructor at Wayne State University...in fact you two could be twins......Mr Tudor was his name. A marvelous writer
with a strict tone who, like you but unlike myself, always stayed on message. He was killed in a boating accident almost 15 years ago.

Your hair is beautiful......dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i wish these comments wouldn't get cut off on this site...

would like to have seen the rest of this.

but i don't really have a part...it just goes back, and grows...