Bi-Polar Pomade Villanelle
Dennis Mahagin
I call my cowlick Sylvia Plath;
In whistling tempest of Bad Hair Day
Sylvia, she back-flips, twixt ecstasy and wrath.
Water Board sticks her—temporarily, in the bath
When she spits, pitches fits, all the suds turn gray;
I call my cowlick Sylvia Plath.
Suppose I rake her, stage left, w/curling iron gaff
Like some randy flapper in a bad Gatsby play?
Sylvia still back-flips, twixt ecstasy and wrath.
Afro-Sheen? Dopamine? Tried it all on her behalf:
Mere chemicals cant keep my Wild Hair at bay;
I call my cowlick Sylvia Plath.
Dare I cut her loose from root, or leastwise by half?
That kinky Sylvie Plath, she will go too far one day!
Sylvia, she back-flips, twixt ecstasy and wrath.
Dyslexic pig tail, treble cleft that left the staff,
As Scott told Zelda: If you werent such a good Lay … I call my cowlick Sylvia Plath
Hippie Chick back flips—twixt Ecstasy, and Wrath.
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