“CAPTAIN CAVEMAN” 15 may 96

Every day for the rest of my days
I bear for ten minutes
castrating blades
peeling skin

If I die at four score
half a year will have been spent
extracting unwanted hair
from my flesh

I could’ve had a damn good holiday in that time

unmentioned, the cleansing
the trimming of undisciplined tufts
the raw exposed skin
the pain that makes me a man

I think I want to be a girl
in the next life
or maybe have a beard.
Nope. That’s a crap idea.

I’ll look like Captain Caveman

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