Your hair looks like a palm tree growing out on a beach
like thunderstruck your head on purpose
like a thin wire being twisted a million times,
like strands of instant noodles wating to be boiled
without carefully looking into you,
its hard to find your face hiding under the "leaves"
a mordern day cave man herding dog's fur
a corscrew without the top.
Like the wave length of gamma rays,
like curled up fries
like spaghetti twisted around the for,
a ball of twited knitting wool
cut into long trands
like a spring stretched out with force
like the curvy lines around a painting
like the tangled cords of your headphone
With all my respect,
for the only one of the best.
