An Ode To My Comb Poem by Juan Olivarez

This particular comb
Has been
In my back pocket
For twenty five years now

I bought it one day
At Bill's Dollar Store With Two brothers
Their last name being Goody

His brothers
Have long since passed
Actually
I believe
They got lost in the
Wilderness
And never
Found their way home

But this guy he has been in my pocket
For a quarter century
Through dandruff
And the absence of
Much of his daily work load

At one time or another
Mr. Goody has
Groomed my hair
When I had more
My mustache
And my beard

Well I am from
A different time
When men cared what they looked like
Even if we weren't much to look at

So here's to you
Old Mr. Goody I would let you retire
But I'd never find
A suitable replacement

So in my right rear pocket
You will remain
Until one of us
Gets lost in the wilderness

FOREVER

February 25th,2016
Twenty Nine Palms California