#531: Samson Gets A Haircut

It’s just time.
When it gets long like this
it becomes unmanageable,
unruly, always getting in my
eyes and in my mouth when
I’m making love or clubbing
someone to death. Annoying.
And I’m told I look younger
when my hair is short. So
I’m just gonna go for it.
Not a buzz cut, by any means,
but something close, spiky,
tight around the ears and
the nape of the neck. No fuss.
I can just wake up and go.
Run my fingers through it
once or twice and I am
ready for action. Delilah
tells me to wait, but there’s
something shifty about her
lately; she can’t give me
a good reason, hems and haws
like a child. Nope. I’m a man
of action and I’m heading
to the barber’s right this
fucking minute. I’ll show her.