FOLICULES

 

It works like that my mind,

so tell me this – ‘How many

tons of human hair awaits

the coiffured clip - post the

Novo scare?’ Enough to fill

the holds of merchant ships

dumping out at sea alas,

or yellow skips brought in

 

I put this question to my

bed room mirror as I rise

and seeing through bleary

eyes - a fuzzy face  in need

of shaving of a bristly chin

 

Reflections are renowned for

quietude of course except

for magic ones appearing in

Wonderlands of fairy tales.

 

Alas – the question bugs me

still – how shall waters of

our earth recover from it?

And what of the wondrous

species of our rainbow fish

and Neptune mired by hair,

sogging the ocean's bed

before we've brushed a pet

or carpet swept a furry floor 

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Philipos

Tue 26th May 2020 23:17

Thank you Stephen - appreciate the like. Blessings. P.👍

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