Posted by: Jonathan Caswell | September 6, 2012

BROWN-EYED GIRLS (WITH A NOD TO VAN MORRISON)


BROWN-EYED GIRLS

(WITH A NOD TO VAN MORRISON)

 

How many songs we sing along

Not couched in reality…

I love the idea of a brown-eyed girl

But she never happened to me.

The only brown-eyed girl I knew

Was a boss who got too close…

Which scared me enough to insist

On more distance than most.

She got so close that focusing

Was definitely amiss…

I think I would have lost the job

If I’d followed the urge to kiss.

It qualified as harassment,

But in a twisted way she wanted to see…

If I was the “gentleman” she had implied

And could she trust me?

Of course once I’d recovered

From the shock,

I’d have followed her most anywhere…

Her leadership no one could knock.

But then she left us behind

To go somewhere new…

Was left to get over

With the rest of the crew.

I watched for weeks to see her car

And felt all alone…

I kept a torch,

Although already owned.

She showed up again at another site

And just as quickly moved on…

Like the rest of that crew

I had to do what was right…and carry on!

 

—Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

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Responses

  1. ah you fox you!

    • She was the fox…I was very well-chopped boneless rabbit sirloin steak, cooked extra well…for a while there. I can’t deny I was the protagonist! Situation was compounded by her promising me Second-in-command—then she left! Bang. Never heard if anybody else of her “men” got similar treatment. Maybe I don’t want to know!

  2. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

    ALAS MY GRIEVING HEART! YEAH…RIGHT!!!!!


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