[New-Poetry] Simic's laurelled tenure

[David Graham]

Barber College Haircut

In my head thrown back as in a nose bleed,
There are, of course,
A dozen or so replicas of myself,
Much reduced, wearing hoods perhaps.

They sit at the same table
With a conspiratorial air debating
The baffling question of my identity,
The unresolved pros and cons

Shuffled back and forth like a deck
Of smutty postcards. Embracing couples
In haystacks, on hotel beds,
Moonlit beaches at night, saloons--

The grim reaper buying me a drink--
What the hell is going on here, I said?
At which the barber rushed over
And threw a hot towel over my eyes.

--Charles Simic



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