Onward and Slowly Downward

I like to
walk around with my
eyes dilated by the surgeon.
Hallelujah! I'm still alive.
My half-blurred vision tells me.
I can still do mischievous
things against good advice.
The women can't: wife can't.
Last chance love can't.
Some of the mayflies
found their mates and their
last seconds were
wasted smashed on Sal's front window.