Feeling Tribal

From the bank of the river
where words get stuck between
the rocks
i come face to face with
my reality.

I am lifted by my hair,
my plan for a hair cut
long post-pone(y)d
and the people around me
laugh in my face.

Undoubtedly
sleep comes easily
to my pain induced body.

In my dream,
I laugh at them people
in their faces
who now have
nothing but
my hair
between their fingers.