Invoking Hollywood On The Cliché of If I Were Twenty Years Younger (poetry)
Invoking Hollywood On The Cliché of If I Were Twenty Years Younger
We wouldn’t have liked each other then
had time deposited us in the same virile state.
I’m stilled against
Christopher Reeves falling into a portrait
Somewhere in Time:
I would have distrusted your Tom Cruise good looks
against my Kelly McGillis savvy,
have assumed your Steve Martin-esque obsession for Becky
while you would have brushed past me—
a pretender, a Goldie-Hawn Housesitter.
a distant figure in Shaski Kapoor’s dark stage
having waves and storms explained to me,
against the background of sitars and violins,
you could not know I laughed
and sang, unsinkable
on the Titanic of waiting
for you.