As a child and since then
I'm attracted to anything that slithers.
Must be primal memories
Of the Garden of Eden
And of a god with a vibrating lightning rod
In his left hand.
Yes, he's a leftie
Just in case you need to know.
As a matter of fact there have been studies
On that subject matter
With an overwhelming
Number of geniuses
Born into that left wing category.
That aside, I've been blessed
In the last twenty or more years
With cerulean dragons meandering
At a disquieting rate
Out of women's buttocks.
It must be the gods' discreet
Fashion of pointing to where
Paradise dwells and was never lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem