Faux Hawk

Short docked hair looks good
until you sleep like a rock.
Now, where’s my hoodie?

skat@2017

Dead Of Winter

Skin like parchment, hair
like tinder; ’til March (at least)
I need anointment.

skat@2016

A noiseless, impatient spider

Brushed my hair, when I
soon came to see, you were cached
in there all along.

We both hit the roof!
(Proof that I care?) You’re free, when
I could have flushed you.

skat@2015

Hair ’em, Scare ’em

It’s official, by
The solo hair on my chin—
I’m that old lady.

skat©2015

Hey Girlfriend!

More hair in my comb;
I have a new companion—
Called Alopecia.

skat©2015