LONG HAIR

not a body

not the son of a man

not the boy in love again and again

not a man

not cells and soul and shit

not a mouth saying what you hear i say

not this idea

not that idea

not a carcas to put in the ocean

not shark food

not a puzzle of bones

not guts

not a father of nothing

not smart

not a believer in another place

not the greenest green

not even green at all

i am just energy filling up a small point
waiting to explode
like anything else
unlike all of this endless nothing
but i imagine it to be
colorful, or maybe just pretty to see