“Hair”

Hair

The rivers of comfort have receded to their lair

Out to sea to a place you can no longer see

Retired follicles playing hide and seek

What in the hell happened and when?

Hair on the arms

Hair on the chin

The rest is a mystery of misery

Glee is the last thing shown in the mirror

A furor erupts over the stolen hair

Born into it until stripped of kingly rights

Anxiety from the origins makes your head a little light

Thoughts heat up and burn away the mane

Tested masculinity

Pain

Ads and miracles chatter away

Pills and stills of men who decided to pay

Weight comes back, but not the hair

Not logical

Not fair

Where in the hell is my hair?

Written by Michael Moss for Escape: Indie

From the forthcoming book entitled “Gray”

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