Old Bald Man Blues

Old Bald Man Blues short poem

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I want the hair of that Latino boy
long in front and swept up
an etched obsidian wing
to hell with the rest of him
slumped, slack, waiting
for school day’s start
listening with his eyebrows
independent as two plump minks
chasing the same toad
sleepmarks impressed on his face
vacant as girls talk around
done up bright and freshly
cologned, accentuating syllables
with dancing hands their skin
dusky as dawn breaks pearly
the weather undecided, rush hour
tuning up for its roar.
I want a hairline near my brow
and near-limitless possibilities
of form, a darkness
above my features to mirror
the darkness in my soul

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Sahana
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Well articulated and written about a man’s desire.

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