what are you doing in there?

sometimes you wake up,

look in the mirror

and say, what hell.

where did you go?

and so quickly.

i rub the top of my head

it's smooth and bristly 

at the same time.

when i had hair

it was thick and wild.

i'd shampoo and blow

dry it for about an hour

trying 

to achieve that bobby sherman

look.

don't ask who he is, please.

i went to hair stylists.

i did the punk thing, ala billy idol

the long haired

thing, not unlike james

taylor.

the buzz cut.  clint eastwood.

i've had all three hair styles

of the three stooges

at one point or another.

not to mention theodore cleaver.

as a kid i never left the house

without a little black

comb.

my hair was held together

with brylcreme and other

long ago products.

gluing down the cowlick.

a nice part on

the side.  a little slap of

my father's old spice

on the peach fuzz cheeks.

i did the elvis style for a while.

pulling a little strand down in

the center wave.

I put my collar up and would sing

viva las vegas in the mirror

unitl my mother banged on the door.

saying hey, are you almost done

in there?  what are you doing.

there's a line out the door here.