Dandruff

Dandruff spreads
on
my scalp
in the parching
wind
blowing from the
ocean
of thoughts. White
dust
lies scattered as the
ash
of tension. Nails
plow
the scalp. Harsh
pleasure
rises from the
furrow.
My hair loses its
vigor.
A sticking friend often
looks
for an existence.
There
is dandruff on the
scalp
of the world too.
Hairs
fall down dead. A
new
face grows above
corpses.

First printed in The Literary Hatchet, US.