--The grunge crunch--

Dishevelled, disoriented
The chaos around the bend,
Hair so messy
I could've started a trend.

It was there
Looking me in the eye,
The confusions the distress
Came by and by.

I took a step back
It caught me by the collar,
Alas! it calculated my moves
Impersonating a scholar.

What good was it now
To run, I was seen,
The devil at heart
Lived to search me clean.

Taking a deep breath
I pretended not to care,
Drew myself up close
Close enough to feel bare.

No looking back now
No turn could take me away,
Down with it!, It said
And all turned grey.

Minute by minute
Along with the gush,
I felt myself rise
In a light, meditative rush.

Spread across the floor
Detatched, the blasts from the past,
The decision had come hard
But had come at last.

Gone were the locks
The grinning barber had won,
And the only thing preserved
Was my exagerrated imagination.