A Literal and Psychological Haircut

A Literal and Psychological Haircut, originally uploaded by meanboy.

Let me tell you one thing about the guys you see with the ludicrous comb-over-- They never asked for that haircut; at least not at first. I realized recently that my past few haircuts have left the top tuft a little bit longer and longer, which made my mop (now Brillo, sadly) do really interesting, but increasingly ridiculous and unprofessional things. I decided to put a stop to it at the Clinton Barber Shop. It's hard to say goodbye to the keenly expressionist tousle, but I had to put it down like Old Yeller, out of respect and gratitude.

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, originally uploaded by meanboy.

Listening to
If 6 was 9
Hitting the turnstile
as wave my freak flag...
Higher!
And I look down to gray wool slaks
and then the hummingbird has a bongo solo

So it's happened

I have an mp3 player.
I sit with my earphones
But Don Walser calls from the tunnel
His smokey octaves calling me
From downtown
Siren-drawn comfort thoughts
Meditations stangely fit for transit

Canto fretful

A subway baby eyes me
With the benign intensity of an infant
The guy a seat down holds his backpack
Spilling over with juggling clubs
I think the world is going to be okay

Canto deadpan

I will stop
This thing
When I hit 100
Though I may have already
The space of 100 train rides
I lost track, so to speak
Like memory does

Canto grill

Throguh the stile already
I hear the buzzer as I descend the stairs to the platform
Affording me a leisurely and purposeful walk
to where will appear the door to my desired car
And them an unmolested exit
As thanks to this planning

Canto fleabit

The kid freestyles
Money and bitches
While a lady on a bike with a kid in a seat
Makes the situation younger
And an artistic hopeless

Canto growl

This subway floor is tired
As if it could be any other way
Linoleum I guess
Looks like Rocky Road

Canto pedigree

The day before halloween
The one only guy
On the subway
In a costume
Chose Jesus
(As a costume)

Canto hind

I ran and just made the car
How clever
The man with a fat lip
Puts the iphone in front of himself
And his faces smiles like a bloom
And the tang of alcohol from somewhere
The air shakes and is uneven
Like microwaved soup