When She's away
I can smoke in any room
or leave washing-up
in the sink for days.
I feed forbidden titbits to our dog
and watch it come alive.
I fall asleep on the sofa late at night
with the T.V. turned up high,
listening to repetitive news
or the latest music videos,
or watching naked girls with phones.
I don't even go to bed.
When She's away I miss her
like half my life,
but I invite alcoholic friends to lunch,
challenging myself to have
just two or three drinks.
Our conversation's bawdy
and we emit guffaws
too vulgar for a lady's ears.
And later I try to write poems
in the cool wee hours till dawn
and wallow in self-centred-ness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem