Voyages of My Mind

1. Haircut

I sat on the swivel chair
Thinking of you.
The barber sharpened his scissors
Like gladiators sharpen their spears.
He started cutting my hair.

I felt the strands falling
To my shoulders, to my chest
Like fallen demigods
Betrayed by their celestial parents
And as they scatter on the floor
I can't help but think
Where does someone like you go
After leaving a piece of you behind,
Fragmented.

So I brushed all the hair
That stuck on my body
Like a mad man pulling out
Weeds in his garden.

I cant help but think too
Where do the strands of hair go
After falling from its owner's head
Disenchanted.