13
Busy Clippers
Watching skulls float
in the flames of Sloane Square
I realize
I am not so giddy about London
but as colors scab
like tessitura in G hidden behind ears or
words left forgotten on wrists
I know why he sang
so fondly of the hairdresser
because all I can think of is
squeezing past the straight razor
and filling empty diary pages
Gail D. Kelley is a student in Los Angeles balancing the word, the brush, and science while trying to become a doctor. His poetry has been published online at Zygote in my Coffee, The Guild of Outsider Writer’s, Silenced Press, The Common-Line Project, Wings of Icarus, Instant Pussy, Sisters of the Page, and will see print in the forthcoming inaugural issue of Agua.
