Alexandre Nodopaka Poems

I was wondering if
there ever was
another artist that lost their ear
to art
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All I know is what he writes her.
What she says or doesn't
must be guessed between his lines.
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I appreciate nature's way of painting.
She uses for substrate any organic
or man-made matter.
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doodled on black velvet or
recycled-petroleum-tin-cans
and if you don't believe me,
walk across the border where
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I dab my tears
and scream
when streams of pink
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Like any fisherman
with longer tales
than truth
I exaggerate my goods.
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Standing inside the bus
holding on to the overhead hand strap
we sway to the rhythms of Paris
reflecting in the vitrines.
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In Spain they squat
in North Africa they stoop
and most of Middle Europe
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The bunny hill lift to Heaven
is closed not on account of
the lack of snow or end of season
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This the waitress
I love to annoy
with vapid remarks
knowing
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