Categories Poems Barbershop Post author By Jack Fuzz Post date December 28, 2019 No Comments on Barbershop Oster gears vibrate against baby powdered napes. Curled locks sweep away. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Tags barber, barbershops, Haiku, Haikus, haircuts, Oster clippers, Poems, Poetry ← Four Panel Friday: Saints, by Gene Luen Yang → Liga MX Final 2nd Leg – América contra Monterrey: A goalkeeping duel Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.