Sunday, February 8, 2009

Love and hate


Life is beautiful, long, golden hair
I had as a child
Labour and pride of my mother
Inevitable collector of gum and tree sap
Brush as I might, some knots are too vast
Reach reluctantly for the shears
Cut great chunks of hair
And suffer the bald patches

You’re one knot that defies scissors
Any way you turn, you dig yourself deeper
Into the scalps of the ones you love
The only ones who can’t cut you out

You keep charging blindly toward
Death and vacancy
Snap your teeth at our words
Someday we may decide to
Give up; save our own sanity
Stop calling the mosquito away from the flame.

1 comment:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

I think this is about your dad, but I'm not sure...