Desire

I once saw a flower so beautiful 

       That instead of picking it

           I left it right where it was. 

But, 10 seconds later, the prick walking behind me bent down, picked her up and kept her all to himself. 

I guess that's how it goes. 

       If you let beauty go

            The next person probably won't. 

If you leave what you love alone to grow on its own, someone else who admires her will end up taking her home. 

Beauty will always be admired by others. 

And people will always want what they don't have. I guess I can’t really blame him for wanting to keep her for as long as he could . . . I just didn’t feel like being that selfish today . . .

I remember when my dead friend, Rene Girard, was drunk at the local tavern, yapping about love and desire. He told me, his speech slurring, 

      “Man is the creature who does not know what to desire, and he turns to others in order to make up his mind. We desire what others desire because we imitate their desires.” 

A bunch of the shit he yapped about that night didn’t make any damn sense to me. But that one did. 

Yeah, unfortunately, Ol Rene was on to something there.

-CH 8/9/25