Saturday, May 13, 2017

Stuart Rawlinson #30 - Hairdressing

The click and tinkle of
Scissors, long-bladed and
Sterile like a
Surgeon’s scalpel
Slicing at straws

The shaver, at a frequency
Of the safest sleep
Tickles my nape

Head tilted in a reverse
Dive into the strange sink
Flooding furrows
Fragrant seed
Washed away

A hot towel holds
Relief, water carrier
First calibrates, then
Administers sleep


  1. Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark -
    No doubt it fairly took him in - the man from Ironbark.


  2. Short back & sides
    Leave the rest
    Four chairs, no waiting
    The razor stops the bleeding
    A car stops the traffic
    The garbage stops the river
    And I open the encyclopedia
    To get lost in the Barbary Coast
    Such an educated barber

  3. Nice poem. The soporifics of that process. Lord. In China she did it different.


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