Tuesday poem: Old men’s ears

May 12, 2014

Old men’s ears
half lettuce and half slug
sprouting sound

P.S. Cottier
man-reading-mail

Hair growing from noses and ears is a peculiar phenomenon, and one that seems to have spawned a whole lot of gadgets, mostly invented in the United States. Advertisements for this desirable kit now grace television screens in Australia. Americans groom themselves with a missionary fervour, spouting platitudes from the same faces which recently sprouted hairs.

I think I prefer the hairs.

I am currently going mad awaiting the arrival of the anthology for which there are two launches in June, as detailed in my last post. Nightmare scenarios grow in my brain like cerebral hairs.

And no-one has invented a worry remover that will work on those unwanted growths.

Click this feather and see if there are any other poems about body parts posted by the Tuesday Poets. I suppose a feather is a body part. Or perhaps just a bird’s hair.
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