Maverick Mist

The Suit
Leonard Cohen, Flowers for Hitler

I am locked in a very expensive suit

old elegant and enduring 

Only my hair has been able to get free 

but someone has been leaving 
their dandruff in it 

Now I will tell you

all there is to know about optimism 

Each day in hub cap mirror

in soup reflection 

in other people’s spectacles 

I check my hair

for an army of alpinists 

for Indian rope trick masters 

for tangled aviators

for dove and albatross

for insect suicides

for abominable snowmen 

I check my hair
for aerialists of every kind 

Dedicated as an automatic elevator

I comb my hair for possibilities 

I stick my neck out 

I lean illegally from locomotive windows 

and only for the barber

do I wear a hat

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