Freudian Ode

As in a dream every southern town
is the same-- The oppressive heat
surrounded me on all sides as if to overtake me 
The sun glared down from melancholy blue sky
commanding attention as the light
burnt my eyes and my feet 
with every step I took on the pavement.
The humidity is unbearable.
My clothes--drenched in sweat 
hugged me as tightly as my skin did.
The people are mostly the same in every town too.
Some of the faces are old; ribbed with wrinkles
ashen skin bred from the heat and field work
all with baleful eyes absent of pride.
They were all workers bent and broken 
with time and now useless
watched carefully every man woman and child 
in town including me.
The ancient faces haunt me.
The past was all they had.
The youthful faces abound were
indifferent and uninterested.
Their skin was young and somewhat
beautiful barely touched by the sun and time.
Their eyes possessed not a single
molecule of humility but young
dumb football pride and hope.
Some of their faces, young or old
were honest and unbridled 
writ with innocence.
Their eyes were plaintive 
and wide
It was comforting in my day dream hell.
I awoke in a high-way motel 
and stared into the mirror
and found myself ugly.
My face is brash--germanic in it's structure 
with protruding forehead and strong jaw
Eyes reddened and wide baleful;
absent of pride.
Hopeless like ancient faces of the south 
praying for a reversion to purity.

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[Chad Halle]

every word leaves an image tattooed on the mind- same goes for many o yr writings