Alexandre Nodopaka Poems

I come from the land of locusts.
Periodically, on rare occasions,
back when there was no concern
over climate changes
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and I
a worm, mind you,
beneath the grass
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I have this hefty collection of letters.
Mostly hand written.
A lost art I'd say in our Internet age.
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Some play
with themselves
others
with semi colons.
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I offer this memento
of our brief amicable exchanges
as a tangible relief from the
Indian heat, sweat and noise.
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This is a long letter
but I was in the mood
to vent.
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Sitting out a poetry reading
I gush over its delivery.
I mean some people have that rich
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The idea of undressing
an orange and exposing
her segments and
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La môme vert-de-gris
n'est pas émeraude
sous sa jupe
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From the divine Lehman Brothers
To the manifest divine WaMu
To the divine B of A,
I pass through again.
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