VENUSES IN TRANSIT
She's Venus in a shocking blue transit van
tapping fingers and toes to the radio song
'...she's got it....ohhhhh baby...she's got it...'
'...making every man a man...'
She enjoys being a plumber woman
seeing their faces when she turns up.
'Venus in blue jeans'
'Yeah...' she chortles '...that's me! '
'Mannnnnn.....damnnnnnnn....these traffic light! '
She's Venus...nothing but a flash of ebony
hurtling after an orb of yellow
calculating the trajectory of the second
it left big sister Serena's wicked backhand.
'Mnnnnnnn....dammmmmm....blAMMMMMM! '
Advantage Venus. New balls please.
She's Venus with her tiny eclipses
of that big old sun.
I anxiously awaiting her return.
'I missed the first one and mannnnnnnn...
... damn if I am gonna miss the second one tooooooo! '
But at least I can't be worse than
poor old Guillaume Le Gentil
spending 8 unsuccessful years
trying to observe her
only to lose wife and possessions and
be declared dead.
Wow...she's my Venus...my desire
and....awwwwwww mannnnnnnnn damnnnnnnnn
those clouds!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem