Landfill ~ Haiku

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The cost of living
Convenient, hands and germ free
Toxic batteries

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Predator of The Night

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Crawling along your spine
It’s only a matter of time
The nights howling wind
Calls to the beast within
Under the eclipsed moon
Shape shifting will begin
Shredded clothing strewn
A shocking transformation
Beyond wild imagination
The hunger pangs persist
Impulses won’t be denied
Sleek predator of the night
Keen senses easily guide
Salivating for the first bite
Stalking through the streets
Hunting human flesh to eat
Now, he’s got you in sight
You can’t run for your life

Mirror, Mirror… – pt.ii

Mirror, Mirror…pt. 1
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Somebody please tell me, I wanna know.
Where did all the years escape and go?
I thought time was supposed to slow.
I can’t really be forty-five years OLD!

There’s no way, it doesn’t seem right
But I’ve checked the math a dozen times
Looked in the mirror where I saw the lines
Forming an alliance with grey hair and middle-life

I refuse to go softly or gently into the night
I’ll invest in more home remedies and hair dye
Give me the miracle serum I’ve gotta try
To win the fight for this kid inside

 

Salon Saloon

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She tries to greet every patron
With a smile of appreciation
Masking the standing situation
Of how badly her feet are aching
Instead she thinks of her creations
And an upcoming vacation

It’s Friday afternoon
Every seat in the room is nearly taken
Rows of women line the floor
Manning their stations
Mixing obnoxious concoctions
To apply with conversation

Chemicals and tools expertly used
Loyal ones return for the abuse
She helps consumer’s meet their needs
Hustling them in and out
With relative speed and ease
Looking the way they aspired to be

Cutting edge styles to desired lengths
One in the washer, under dryer and waiting
Tonight there’ll be no breaks
Edward Scissorhands fly through the air
On autopilot, parting and splitting hairs
Without any undo fanfare

Clippings quickly fall and gather around
To hear the latest talk of the town
Business here is alive and well
Everyone who comes has a story to tell
She listens and is genuinely interested
With all who pay her a routine visit


Last weekend I meet with John Brantingham and picked up his book, The Gift of Form, which I took with me to the hairdresser last night to read. About 20 pages in I came across an Observation Exercise and decided to give a try.  As a result, Leticia, who I’ve been seeing for over a decade fell victim to my words at play.