Leader J: High Talk (Poems)

Don Juan at SixtyWe're everywhere old mensearching for love again,for that frisson, that shiver,the universe's flit-flit-flitter,that makes the world, for just a while,bearable, perhaps golden, even divine.But how hard it gets, after a certain age,to believe in love as necessary fate,to take quite seriouslyVenus's elaborate machinery,her threadbare myths,when, backstage, you see the curtain lift.Don't give in, though rip the arrowoff the wingèd scornful boy(who only wants the fresher flesh)and stick it in yourself quick, quickthen feel the glorious flowfrom that needle prick.