Hair Dreams

I'm waiting for 1:00 AM
so I may fall asleep
and dream again that

I have sturdily grown hair
in dowdy strands of grainy
blonde, thick and bristled
around my face,
like a Missouri youth.

I will worry in these dreams
with my hair about what
distresses I might flounder in,
saving the waking-day for
lighter matings, but so
frantically consumed by
broken lyre strings while
I sleep that I hardly notice
the trouble.