The Metaphors For The Metaphysical Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

or
Aspirations of an Artist that Wouldn't Become a Martyr


We debated Van Gogh all day until hunger
Overcame us.
Plunging into the main dish we gorged on

Chagall for the simple reason that thanks to
Vincent's high falluting purist attitudes
He never painted angels.

These latter ones were plentiful for dinner.
I indulged in sweet and dour Cherubini
Sparerib Chinese style but traded his or

Was it her saintly wings for breasts
I relish most. They were so good I felt
On top of Mount Olympus.

Well, the significance of this is I'm an artist
With inter-heavenly ambitions with alas
Down to earth baser inclinations.

And that it'll take more than Demetrius
To make of me a St. Alexander even if I
Were thrown to the beasts that know me.