Poems from Volfgang Levin Van Ness

Y'know the sound of a hairbrush ripping through tangles?
A bald baby. Golden locks, auburn in the sun.  Scissor blades on animal fur. The disappointment of the father. The brilliant conclusion was...
Y'know the sound of a hairbrush ripping through tangles?
A bald baby. Golden locks, auburn in the sun.  Scissor blades on animal fur. The disappointment of the father. The brilliant conclusion was...