I’m
letting my hair grow out
Joseph R. Trombatore
Strong like Samson
William Morris with an attitude
wild as underbrush; a tumble
weed, full of music & fireflies
Einstein with a new theory
I may have it knotted
tied like rope with beads
attend Bob Marley tributes
burn incense during a thunder
storm; light candles before framed
pictures of Joanie Whitebird
transform into Siddhartha
under a Malaguena moon; have
poetry readings in my bedroom
