Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

used to get my hair cut at ule's
all the guys went there
ule had thin, elegant hands
like a violinist's, i imagine
sensitive hands, effete
he may have been a homosexual
he certainly was a bachelor
ule the barber
did flat tops and crew cuts
whiffles and fades
the usual
got a flat top once
trying to be johnny unitas
looked like an alien from quadrant four
a talosian with pulsing temples
and telepathic capabilities
it was a long hot summer
ule always had comic books
old marvels before they went superhero
tales to astonish and journey into mystery
lurid sci-fi, malevolent creatures
from venus or the swamp
jelly eyes like a million frog eggs
that never blink
they look dead into your eyes
and they never blink!
that's pretty creepy
when you think about it
so you'd sit on these studded brown leather
parlor room chairs reading comics
the older guys would get
lathered around the sideburns
ule would strop the straight razor
he had steady hands
thin and elegant
sometimes, the back
of his hand would graze
your cheek like a whisper
he would take the red bottle
shake some in his hands
and rub it through your hair
and it smelled nice
he would whisk the hair
off your neck and shoulders
and hold a mirror behind your head
ule was a quiet man,
nice and gentle
he would always give me
bubblegum or a lollipop

sweet memories.

~westie

simbiotic poem!!!! I like it!!

thanks westie. arcadia, thank you too for the neat movie pics - that was very thoughtful.

this is a treasure, connie

sort of a Norman Rockwell with a Sex and the City twist

I love the smells of the barber shop (I know, we don't call them barber shops anymore. I should add that to my Eskimo poem, 'they ain't no mo' barber shops')

Ah.
What a wonderful read, as per usual Mr. C

H

http://www.gradywilliamkerr.com/Favorit ... ckwell.jpg

This is by Norman Rockwell
check out the sensitive hands

thanks theda . nice to hear from you; i hope all is well. lrod, what can i say? i've got your connie!

vivid images Connie Francis.....I see that "lipstick on your collar"...just
like I'm sittin' there in the barber shop with ya, reading the comics, waitin' my turn.....This was a special time, the sights, the smells,
i remember well.....the flat tops, the buzz cuts...and of course that
special neighborhood barber.....come to think of it, the barber pole
was the first mobius .......now, connie, hows about a beach blanket bingo poem from Ocean City, Md ......

how bout i pound sand up your ass?