journal Entry - 3 - The BEST DEAL

I gave up
      soaring for structure


and severed a part of me
in the deal.

At seventeen,
     my father said,


“Cut your hair boy.
           I'll get you a job.”


I remember the gleam …
of that
bargain-basement
        blue-light-special
going off in my head …


as I twisted
     his words
          into something


I wanted to hear.

After graduation,
      I cut my hair
and got me in that long line
longer than the
         Saturday matinee …

… knowing
         I had me that “pull”.

After my ninety
I grew my hair long again.

My little nose
just turned up at the world.

I've given up a lot
      for structure.

Sold out
to what I believed to be
the best deal.


No telling
how far I could have gone …


… had I listened
to what my old man

wasn't saying.

 

 

 

 

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