hair

even though
you've seen it
so many times
through the years,
of punk and
new wave, of post
modern, a
streak of blue
in a teen's hair,
or orange locks,
sprung wildly
out like
rusted bed
bed springs. or
the violet shades
in rain bowed
lanes in
a girl's
once wheat blonde
strands. it's not
shocking
anymore, but it
turns your
head to look.
as perhaps your
brylcremed wave
did when you were
young, but you
doubt it.