A Summer Re: Follicular Fall Out Can Spring a Heady Winter
Thy scalp thoroughly massaged during hair washing,
after showering (frequently tapping the cold water faucet –
in an effort to ramp up brisk temperature tolerance),
an immediate process to shake out matted down hairs
follows suit. Oft time a healthy clump knots fox trot,
jitterbug, tango, et cetera together spawning undergoing
subsequent rotating head up and down or side to side
(naturally affecting a dizzy state) to help tease apart
potential dreadlocks, and also reduce the chill (since
the air conditioner in this apartment also turned er
rather button pushed to register a balmy, pleasantly
refreshing, toasty 60°Fahrenheit. Masses of secular
and religious intractably twisted (analogous to sisters
tangling in a hissy fit) with gnashing upper dentures
against gum shun (since mine lower false teeth donut
comfortably, ideally, properly, satisfactorily, et cetera fit),
now upon exiting the bathroom cursing fate for bringing me
Into this harassing, plenti massive linkedin eventual
right angle ova tha peculiar dangle, when these stray clots
(somewhat resembling rats in a cage bound tight similar
to Gordian Knots eventually (thru no choice of their own)
relinquishing boa constriction asp er stranglehold transitioning
into little twisted sister bands, where The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords
Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do
at which juncture, I cringe from inside witness to lose,
and beg tubby bowie d (at least what appears to Major Tom
what appears to be), an over abundant, unreasonably
verdant whisk heir supply, whereby inexplicably, terminally,
unusually, et cetera unfettered x a decimal gorgeous
jingling kinky lost nsync precious strands, which quandary
spurred the mane reason (this horse shacked troubadour)
experiences psyche saddled thyself with a chomping
at the bit mood. psyche caparisoned nay hogtied, groomed,
festooned within an Equus state of braying bonnie blues,
decrying, experiencing, frightening guess stop oh sturm
urn drang bitterness, sourness seeing clumps of mature threads
falling out. At the prolific rate cherished, fondly inbred
lithe orange robed uber Xanax deployed gloriously jimmy
magic pills slam Visigoths yielding compulsive fiends
itching like outliers, recalcitrant usurpers aiming destruction,
gravitating joyously, merrily piercing sanity, verily zeroing cites
for impulsivity, leeching out rationality, untenably Xerxes Army.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2017
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