android hairdresser by Jack Cade

I think it is a typical Hen poem (if there is such a thing) in that it encompasses humour, irony and a certain darkness. Love the rhymes- "Now her scissors are kingfishers she fizzes like lemonade fizzes" "like a shot-down UFO in death roll. Its single green light stuns the mirrors but decimates eff all." Only slight crit would be that it could maybe lose a stanza. (Possibly "and stops to fish wet hair" etc) But a great, thought provoking read

Cheers, dudes!

I thought this poem was proper boss. A really controlled voice and beguilingly kooky subject matter.

A nice bit of futurist blarney, but is there anyone you have in mind with this poem? It's a contention of mine (and I don't mind saying it) that hairdressers don't have souls. Especially the ones who drive mini-jeeps and have Rod Stewart haircuts the colour of B&W bird poo. Ructions is one of my favourite words, kudooosssss!¬