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Haircut

I’m getting my hair cut in the same

place I did when I was growing up

 

As I wait my turn, sitting on one of the

scuffed-up wooden chairs, I look around

 

and see the place intermittently with the

eyes of a sixty-year old and a six-year old

 

I wade through a chaotic surf of thoughts

both nostalgic and Twilight Zonian

 

The men around me seem the same

though they wear different faces

 

To my bemusement, I come

to an annoying realization

 

I’ve become one of the old farts I used to

see in the barbershop when I was a kid

 

Men talking too loudly mostly due to

all involved having crappy hearing

 

Laughing at jokes that either aren’t that

funny or rely on cultural references

 

that belong on a dusty shelf some-

where in the Smithsonian Institute

 

I’m finally called up to take my turn

sitting in the classic-style barber chair

 

The barber and I immediately engage

in the time-honored tradition of small talk

 

This is fitting because small talk was

invented in a barber shop in 1814

 

I’ll have to check on that though

I could be wrong

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A Moment’s Pondering

I saw a Druid strolling

through the ruins

of a Roman bath

Surely a dream image

yet as real as the pain

from my blistered feet

For a moment

I could imagine

being unfettered

and unabused by

the icy-hearted

bitch we call time

Free to wander

the back roads and

hinterlands of the past

Ultimately ”unplugged“

Most definitely ”off the grid“

Beyond the notice of Google

But then the moment is gone

and I’m pinned once again

to the firmament of reality

Stonehenge

ancient stone legos

no instruction manual

answerless riddle

Stonedude

Went to Stonehenge the other day. (There’s a sentence I don’t get to write often.)

Compared to the distance they keep the public from the main structure, I’m always surprised by how close they let us get to the Heel Stone.

This time, when I saw it (the Heel Stone), I saw a face.

I had to draw it.

As Mr. Serling would have said, “submitted for your approval…”

Dungeon

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Dungeon

(Found poetry)

 

Please mind the steps.

Dimly lit and

uneven surfaces.

Cemetery Bench

Cemetery bench

A long way past usefulness

Time rests on it now

A TYPED HA IKU