give me your head with hair

being somewhat follicle
challenged at
this stage in life,
you ponder
the goatee,
the mountain man
beard,
the snidely
whiplash mustache
twirled at
the end, or
the clark cable
bold stache,
a wide black
smudge above
your broad smile.
perhaps mutton
chops would
enhance
your aging
face. maybe the Lincoln
doo,
bare above the lips,
fuzzy below the chin
would give you
a certain amount
of intelligence
and grace.
you've come
close to having
nearly every
hair style
of the three
stooges, including
Helen reddy
and bobby Sherman,
but you've
yet to find the
one that truly
suits your
fancy as did
the one when you
were in the seventh
grade, hair
slicked back,
parted on the side
with a nice wave
in the front,
ala elvis
all held together
with a dab
of brylcreme
and a fine tooth
black pocket
comb.