Gazing Into Blossoms Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Gazing Into Blossoms



My eyes reflect
their charcoal flora.
They metamorphose
into flowers of evil
portraying sultry

habanera eyes.
They made Beaudelaire
dance with Verlaine
blew Van Gogh's mind
and bludgeoned Carmen.

As for me
there's no problem,
I'm just a flower
on the wallpaper and
I need no watering.

Monday, June 7, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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