Life’s revolving door

Sitting for hours Head full of foils Watching in boredom The continuous revolving Door A plethora of aged Women All come to get Their hair done Most of them there Simply for cuts One sassy dame Opting for color Burgundy streaks In her thick Silver mane While others received Their weekly roll What struck meContinue reading “Life’s revolving door”

The Hyena

It wasn’t his Voice Finally found After fifty years Of living Dead It was his Imitation skills Finely tuned Honed Down pat Poetry, prose Letters and Madness No original Thought Merely mimicking Bukowski’s style The scruples Morals By which he Lives his Life Memorized passages Dog-eared Pages Following A script Assuming a Personal role WorseContinue reading “The Hyena”