The Physics of Runco’s Hair

by Harry Man

The Physics of Runco’s Hair

And then there were clocks that grew charge at his finger,

the life-giving voltage turning time to a series of LCD 8s


and a dandruff-sized spark snapping in a classroom, so much

for the ruler twisted to destruction to imitate the sound.


And Runco’s hands on the Van de Graaf generator, the strands

of his pudding bowl hair rising off him like curiosity,


turning a fat smile towards and away, towards and away

unbelieving for the half an hour or more


Mr McPherson calmed him with diagrams. You ought to relax

now, earth yourself before selecting a pen, opening a door.

© Harry Man