Just thinking back to my favorite girl’s face,
I was wondering why I liked her so much,
Or if I even liked her at all —
.
Maybe the feeling was something deeper,
Like dread, or fear,
Of her beauty.
.
Her face reminds me of the
Allman Brothers song “Little Martha.”
She happens to be from the South, too,
Although she doesn’t talk in a Southern accent, even.
.
Eventually, for anybody,
The everyday churnings of life
Will suck the energy out of us,
As even she
.
Will stare at the same neon beer signs every
Day, which hum there with inhuman,
Machinated element, an ideal unwanted.