Voudou hairdresser
messes with your head
twisting the tendrils
waking the dead
she straightens you out
then plaits each strand
carefully placing
her silent demands
behind your ear
she tattoos a bee
the buzzing won't stop
so she combs it all out
carefully she pockets
the strands that fell out
for you may leave
but you'll never shake free
she's woven a doll and
stuffed it with hair
if you squint in the night
you may see it there
hanging from a tree
covered with fleas
you'll get no relief
except from a breeze
so careful my friends
when it comes to your hair
there's plenty of
voudou hairdressers out there
A.S.
8/5/09
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