SWEET, RED REGRET

If I had a lot of money
I'd buy myself
An undeserved guitar
And amplify my electric rantings
To be heard at spaces afar

If I had a lot of friends
I would throw for them
A generous congregation
And throw them all away
Keeping only a few old fixations

If I had a lot of space
I'd build myself
A majestic castle of a home
Inside of which but
I'd read, I'd write and decide alone

If I had a lot of luck
I would compose
Only that which I truly beget
Sans any encounters
With sweet, red regret

-K.G.