Alexandre Nodopaka Poems
|521.||The Skipping Poem||4/25/2006|
|522.||Too Bad Jesus' Ass Wasn't Run Over||9/9/2009|
|523.||The 3-Minute Tough Love||9/9/2009|
|524.||Corn On The Cob||10/28/2012|
|526.||Abstract Spiritual Expressionism||9/18/2009|
|527.||A Nuclear Poem||9/9/2009|
|528.||The Physique Of Intimate Poetry||9/9/2009|
|529.||The Metamorphosis Of Salvador Dali||9/9/2009|
|530.||A Love Letter||4/25/2006|
|531.||A Verbal Tour De Metaphor||9/25/2011|
|533.||All Roads Lead To Rome||6/7/2010|
|534.||The Narcissistic Contrarian||9/9/2009|
|535.||Her Stockinged Legs||10/28/2012|
|536.||A Poem About Nature||10/28/2012|
|537.||The Tale Of The White-Tailed Deer||10/28/2012|
|538.||A Banter In My Backyard||4/21/2010|
|539.||It's Paris, You Know!||4/20/2014|
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It's Paris, You Know!
Standing inside the bus
holding on to the overhead hand strap
we sway to the rhythms of Paris
reflecting in the vitrines.
Paris in Springtime skips
window to window
dancing before 4 eyes
gazing in tandem out of the bus.
Dressed all snappy we ride
watching out for the Eiffel bus stop.
Meanwhile I write
three poems and toss them
into a carrefour fountain under three coins.
I envision another five poems.
to be written inside a ...
there was a time
when my bosses were
in their late 20's early 30's something
during them dot com times
and i was already in my 50's
very conscious of my ivory showing
then i remembered much farther back
when i was embarrassed by my parents
speaking loud in public their native language