HAIR ON ARIEL SHARON

"in other homes, the children take the blame"

this seasons an Hysterical Lobotomy Jag

some Forced Monster/a Dinosaur of Love

but not in here so much

where

t. waits been growling stubble out a cornfield

for 4 days now

and

i can’t stop eating the wonderful spiced pork

     in baby and unnoticed rebellion

i shave my head but not my face

    

shorn hair falls

bundles dark as flat brown mice

landing softly on the open paper

and

Ariel Sharon’s forgotten coma face

reborn enough for now

i lay in a hot bath turning quickly lobster-pig pink

sweat beading

on my beard/running into my ears

mesmerised 

by 

the 

patterns on my old threadbare towels