i cut off my hair today. it is now chin length. and i dyed it a richer red. somehow i find change so revitalizing. so, i wrote a poem..

i feel the the fire in my hair dripping

sweet energy to my dusty feet

like tears from above

saving a dryed up well

pure and perfect in taste

a babies first sense of life

hope shows her face once more

could this be the last time?

while squares tap

to clicking beats

i am reminded of crows

a line of black calling endlessly

to the damned

(none have ears)

while vagabonds are forced to listen

sitting under safe bridges

crossings for better days

finding temptation bolder

with each stabbing screech

how the morning sun pacifies

the dark messengers

and sends them

like a wave of oil

back to into the soil

back to hell