"All is darkness."
From the pocket of her smock, a candle
with which she beat me about the head and shoulders.
"Behold, I give you light," she said.
"Crazy motherfucker!"
Who hired this bitch?
Wax in my hair.
Will an indifferent Stylist mold me at Her whim?
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for my BFF Hedgewitch's Friday 55 bash, and also for Play It Again (existentialism) at Toads. Also for day 12 of my 39 poems in 39 days.
Nothing more existential than existence, they say. This is full of your trademark irreverence and wit, and it also made me laugh out loud at the wax. Almost as bad as chewing gum, both outside the skull, and in it when absorbed through the eyes and ears before the altar of the cathode ray. Thanks for playing today,Shay, and thus for making the approaching weekend kick a little more ass.
ReplyDeleteHahaha - that's great! We are always at the mercy of our stylists!
ReplyDelete“From the pocket of her smock, a candle
ReplyDeletewith which she beat me about the head and shoulders.
‘Behold, I give you light,’ she said.”
Oh my gosh, I am laughing so hard. Thank you, thank you for this blissful moment. :)
Wow that last line is SHEAR brilliance my friend!!!! LOVE this!!!!
ReplyDeletelaughter in the absurd overcomes all darkness, wax in the hair, not withstanding - definitely on your "6 absurd things before lunch" game ... thanks for the belly guffaws!
ReplyDeleteCackling. My hir is an existential quandary all in itself. I will need the mother of all haircuts on the other side of the virus.
ReplyDeleteDon't know how you are going to top this!
ReplyDeleteI needed that laugh! Thank you Shay.
ReplyDeleteI had to smile..but that last line is quite a question.
ReplyDeleteWonderful in absolutely every way, you clever woman!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shay, I haven't laughed out loud for a while. i needed that.
ReplyDeleteThis cracked me up!
ReplyDeleteI read through with Simone's face in mind. Absolutely loved it!
ReplyDeleteyour hairdresser sounds more ominous than mine ~
ReplyDelete"MRS. SARTRE AT THE BEAUTY COLLEGE
ReplyDeleteI said to the stylist at the salon,
"All is darkness."
That's brilliant. Reminder to inflict our poetic darkness outside the home, and not just keep them in poems where they do no harm. If I told people what I really think they would be me about the head and shoulders. I like the last line too.