this will be a poem of thanks
for those who still believe in me
my poems no matter how silly sometimes
no matter how they try to be be deep (& strong)
as deep as all the women i have loved before
and still want to love still even now like i am a very
passionate & discriminating lover, like i still can do,
what young men do, and give them all they want,
the mighty explosions on the fourth of July
and the bursting of all my birthday balloons,
on this tenth poem, i remember you all,
thanks for finally leaving me, at least i have
still other chances of choosing the other
delicacies, the latest specialties of the
famous houses and resto bars, and
latest craze, those patient young ones
who are too understanding enough
to listen to me and tell me that my time
is not yet over, that i am still a man, that
i am still lovable, that even without teeth
and without my claws, and growls they
still make me feel that i am this tiger,
this lion, this man still wanting some more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem