a date with old sparky

wrote this after watching that movie with hally berry and billy bob thorton.

a man is having his head shaved
the room is silent except for
the lunatic buzz sound of the razor.
the man catches a small lock of his
pitch black hair in one shaking hand.
it still grows after you die
he thinks to himself.
he is not so much afraid
but rather, upset.
upset that he is spending his last moments
with a racing mind
instead of reflecting on what good
he managed to accomplish.
thoughts of mother and father
are replaced with the steril stench
of metal and green tiles.
Everyone dies. I suppose I'm lucky that i get to see it coming.
the last two gramatically correct sentences
that he ever thought.
three blocks away, a young girl was
listenning to the man's favorite song.
and to her, it probably meant something very different.