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Hair & Self vs. Tuesday Afternoon

While telling myself some hard things
about myself this morning, I wigged
my hair out in a worrisome fashion --
it was all knotted and, in its funny way,
it was defying gravity. But now
my hair is sleek and shiny; let's face
the day. My hair and I vs. Tuesday
afternoon. We'll let you know
later how all of it goes.

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Spring Cleaning

Summertime is resting
like a nap, just on the other side
of May. I am wrestling with the idea
of my living room, it must be
under here somewhere.

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Joe of the Sea

Librarians are like megaphones
who can totally blow your mind
from across the sea of a century;
Joe, for example, was peacefully
tucked away in obscurity, and
this writing desk and these
bamboo shades contented me.

But now I wonder, where the Hell
are all my cannons; why am I here
and not on some Southern sea?

Thanks anyway, Joe,
for getting the fever
so I don't have to, my pelts
are made of denim and wool,
but they still keep the rain off of me.