Alexandre Nodopaka Poems

The first time I met Jesus was in Paris on the way to visit
the Notre Dame Cathedral. At the time I was still young.
and trailed my parents in the Metro and was much in love
and all I really wanted was to meet Esmeralda.
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I came back and thought over
the substance of a cliché

And realized it's the very matter
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Summer summons to moon the sun where lust is a reflected image
of a sun-tipped aureole stirring churning e-x-p-a-n-d-i~n~g a fire
from whence amber drips drips
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Arms subjugated she prays:
Chag Ha-Matzot
Chag Ha-Pesach
to which the third eye replies,
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We just had to do it
right then and there
on the snow covered ground.
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My Love never hears my pain so off to play
and write more riddles… poems left unread!
Voices echo through my words each day
resounding issue just of poet dead.
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There's something serious
in disintegrated plumage
that asks to be integrated
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I could've writ you since 5 this morn.
Its 7 now and I didn't.
The last 2 hours felt 2 years.
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Or An Arsetro-logical Poesia

26 and 62
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I see you or think
I see what I wish to see.
You are not real
you are a figment of my fantasy
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