haircut

you can carve out
the phases of your life
by the look of your hair.
the cowlick early years.
think dennis the menace
or the beave.
the parted on the side
boy next door look
came next.
television had it's effect
on how you combed your
thick locks.
elvis came along
and you had the wave
with a strand pulled out
and down for sex appeal.
but you were only eleven
at the time. then the beatles
forced you to grow it long,
to your shoulders. but you
were saved by disco,
you had it styled
for fifty dollars by women
wearing heels and lots
of makeup who danced
while they clipped
and blow dried
it into shape.
the punk and new wave
era made it short
and spikey, full of goo
to keep it in place as
you danced to the clash,
if you can call it dancing.
and now as you slowly
drag the electric clippers
across your clean scalp
you remember fondly
those golden years.