Listening With Eyes Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

As to your arms sneering, who says you're not
splendid looking? Like in out of this world!
And as to your eyes hearing it is simple as

staring a Jackson Pollock painting while
overhearing a flanking viewer murmur,
Oh, my 3-year-old can do better.

As to your age, sixty-nine? Perfectly sexy!
And your experience? The great chess player
Capablanca, upon turning sixty-sex said,

that he thought of only one move ahead
but it was the best of them all.
Now listen, it took me sixty years to learn

to write this in 60 seconds. So, as you see,
I'm not thick impasto as some think me.
It's just that I blink in foreplay mode.