If you knew everything, you would not be able to sit on tropical balconies at 4:09 A.M., discovering a book and then the world for the first time
If you were part of the spiritual set, and could astral travel far and wide, but neglected to open the door for a little old lady, well that would be worse
If you were rich and entitled, you might forget your Adidas and yourself, choosing to wear a silk scarf made for men while on the bottom leather shoes remained unblemished
If you understood the vagaries of things, you'd find yourself with the haughty and prideful, and walk right on past the Burger King and your people, searching for happiness in something less pedestrian but never finding it
If you had a driver, the flora and fauna would embark upon new journeys w/out you, and though they and a thousand things call out, your ears will have fallen deaf and your soul dumb
But if you knew the soft blonde that wrapped herself in army surplus jacket, American music, and sometimes a determined and pensive sort of sadness,
well that would be okay and even better
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If a pretty girl was standing in front of an 18 foot canvas by Pollock, I'd be looking at the girl.
yeah to the soft blondes. I like the energy of this, the intersection of images one on the other.*
I like the free association though it feels very much on the surface, with no probing.
Especially like the conclusion. Also the if/then repetitions.
I think the first two lines can stand alone as their own poem.
But I like the rest as well.
thanks Mark, Gary V., Gloria, Gary, and Sally for reading and commenting. :-)
I like the matter-of-fact tone mixed with some vivid images.
thanks JP.
wow, what a beautiful, lyrical piece... I love the gentleness of your writing, Brian...
thanks Deborah.