Scissors, long-bladed and
Sterile like a
Surgeon’s scalpel
Slicing at straws
The shaver, at a frequency
Of the safest sleep
Hums
Hypnotises
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
Aquarius
First calibrates, then
Administers sleep
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No doubt it fairly took him in - the man from Ironbark.
Lawson. Brilliant.
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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
Nice poem. The soporifics of that process. Lord. In China she did it different.
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