Fleeting Notes Sever The Head From The Body Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Daydreaming in a Moorish souq
I glimpsed my friend Rahim strumming a guitar.
The imaginative melody he played evoked
Jalā l ad-Din Muhammad Rumi and Ghani Kashmiri.

They were squatting next to a street vendor hawking
Antique jars from whom I bought a diminutive model
Reminiscent of the shape Aladdin so deftly polished.
Under the lid I mentally inserted a few poetic stanzas

Hoping they'd keep company to the Genie.
While the seller was fitting the cap I noticed
A misfit but in my heart knew it was meant
For ascetically flawed notes to escape.

Sharing this writing with my trendy companion
Whom I considered of a superior creative kind
He proceeded to expand on the meaning of the gap
Formulating that a bad note was the devil's work

And should not be breathing the same air
With a scholarly poet and since the fracture
Was jagged and sharp like Suleyman's scimitars
Meant to mince Satanic thoughts before they entered.