Alexandre Nodopaka

Freshman - 993 Points (1940 / Russia)

The Tao Of Glue - Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Divine religion
needs arms and fingers
and a wet crack
No! Not that one
the one in the wall

The weather is hot
and humid
my sap will not
hold and
my Chinese is limp

Tsing Tao drifts
up the river
in a tiny bamboo canoe
and finds a fish
who had discovered

the secret
of the perfect float
I tried that also but only
Confucian alphabet

Topic(s) of this poem: poem, pome

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 20, 2015

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