Friday, April 18, 2014

Joseph Donnelly- A Poem

Vince the barber

Vince had hands like a fallen saint
Crusted over from the day to day snippets
Bits of newspaper ink
He’d wipe the green liquid on the apron
Smooth you out
Your sideburns
Your social life
Vince made simplicity simple
Odds and evens
Old war stories combed together
Trimming other lives into one single message
The chair eased down with a level slide
Nervousness erased by his handshake
Those hands touched honesty
Vince collected money and memories
He’d ease your pain with precision
He’d listen
The ears of a George and Gabriel

Bio: J.Donnelly writes and works in Astoria, he pulls inspiration from Bucky Sinister and the Beat generation.

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