Alexandre Nodopaka Poems

A tour de force
has been achieved
with the string cinched
...

The phone is turned
on mute.

Not a sound comes
...

Let's meet
in the celestial vacuum
collide for a micro nanosecond
of a nanosecond of our choosing
...

Oh sweet Jesus

Seeing you forces me
...

Her frame
now beat up
her skin crackled
from extreme sun
...

From between thighs
his liquefied soul oozes out.
The process distracts me and
draws my gaze to his breast.
...

On the Ganges river in the mouth of
the Indian Ocean where once before
our gazes met eight hundred years ago
a rumbling sound issues from the entrails
...

Under different circumstances
I love a BigMaC alternative except
that it deals with the Olive Gardens
where Federico Garcia rests.
...

O Goddess
guide me to who
and where
you are and were
...