If it weren't for me in late age
shooting blanks &
finding condoms
in my wife's purse &
looking for the arms
of a youthful mistress &
stopping to play with my rod
(the fishing kind)
I wouldn't be spilling my fishes
all over gods' grounds for the sake
of organic fertilizing of another
apple tree in the Garden of Eden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem