Nibbling nail blight
Old man's toes
Scissors.
Powerless stream
Dribbling
Five times a night.
All these beautiful women,
Pheromones on the wind,
Have become my daughters.
Waiting for the word of the master
Expectant eyes do not see
Embarrassed fathering
Running up the hill
Puff puff puff
Still making it.
November 1999