Bananas Foster Brooks

I'll post stuff about The Residents tomorrow. Today a poem and picture.

The Unanswered Question

I saw a car I wanted,

along with a girl in the front seat.
Is she an option?  You know,
like anti-lock brakes,
or a sun roof?

Girls like her, with blonde hair

that blindingly reflects off red fenders
or passing windshields, & green eyes
large enough to refract head & shoulder
shots, ride in cars
like the one I want.

No need for small talk,

for all my talk will seem small to her.
I flip a quarter several times
to decide on some approach,
but will likely chicken-outwithout even eying the sticker price.