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~ Bermuda Triangle ~
You did not send me there
but I’ve been nibbling
at its gold-dipped spines
in spite of Verlaine's itch.
Lips to lips reciprocate
our bloody inkblots
and my knees crawl
towards the Black Virgin's
furry arrow.
On my tongue
virtual prayers form
mesmerizing speeches
that uncannily resemble
the Sermon on the Mount.
They spell us into us
blending South and North.
But I am into 3D modernity,
know all about XYZ
and nearly everything
about high art and wilted petals
spilt in the city gutters.
There, between alien confluents,
I spiel with Rimbaud and
spill my spleen into Sargasso seas.
Alexander Nodopaka 2005
~ A Full Life ~
Forget about the atomic half-life of paint.
Apply the cheap kind and fade together.
To grow wrinkles in concert will not show
the cumulative haphazard signs of aging.
Our choices are to live up to the potentials
of a full life and reap the rewards of odors
that will kill us or live a stifling existence of
uncompleted paint jobs and procrastination.
Alex Nodopaka 2005
~ Immaculate Chemistry ~
Spick and span is the concept
of being in love with love.
It has little to do with how
our molecules are arranged
or disarranged by the constant
motion of our carnal tussles.
Love consists in the prolonged
moments of silence between
our words and trials and
the ensuing limbos that force us
to wait for our atoms to re-enter
the vacuum they first abandoned.
We are left with the lingua franca
memory of our demotic eloquence
and faded explicit pictographs.
Alex Nodopaka 2005
Art Links
Links to Recent Poetry:
- Unlikely Stories
- NZPoets Online
- Admit2
- Poem Hunter : great set of links to Alex's work!
~ Bermuda Triangle ~
You did not send me there
but I’ve been nibbling
at its gold-dipped spines
in spite of Verlaine's itch.
Lips to lips reciprocate
our bloody inkblots
and my knees crawl
towards the Black Virgin's
furry arrow.
On my tongue
virtual prayers form
mesmerizing speeches
that uncannily resemble
the Sermon on the Mount.
They spell us into us
blending South and North.
But I am into 3D modernity,
know all about XYZ
and nearly everything
about high art and wilted petals
spilt in the city gutters.
There, between alien confluents,
I spiel with Rimbaud and
spill my spleen into Sargasso seas.
Alexander Nodopaka 2005
~ A Full Life ~
Forget about the atomic half-life of paint.
Apply the cheap kind and fade together.
To grow wrinkles in concert will not show
the cumulative haphazard signs of aging.
Our choices are to live up to the potentials
of a full life and reap the rewards of odors
that will kill us or live a stifling existence of
uncompleted paint jobs and procrastination.
Alex Nodopaka 2005
~ Immaculate Chemistry ~
Spick and span is the concept
of being in love with love.
It has little to do with how
our molecules are arranged
or disarranged by the constant
motion of our carnal tussles.
Love consists in the prolonged
moments of silence between
our words and trials and
the ensuing limbos that force us
to wait for our atoms to re-enter
the vacuum they first abandoned.
We are left with the lingua franca
memory of our demotic eloquence
and faded explicit pictographs.
Alex Nodopaka 2005