Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Alex Nodopaka

Woman found in flea market

Nothing in his pockets,
no food in stomach,
he kisses the sleeping
woman in the wrong places.

He found her in an antique car
dreaming of better places,
her mouth open, silent. Her
tongue, dry like the Sahara desert.

He perceives it is her dreams
that keep her alive as he watches
her life course through
her leaded-crystal bones.

She looks helpless with
hands and fingers twisted by pain.
Then on the back seat he sees
her essence float and spread

between her breasts. He kisses
their ivory smoothness. The taste
reminds him of his hunger when
she exhales a whisper,

Come into me Morpheus. He has
nowhere to go so why not into
the mythology uniting him and
her in this trivial flea market.

And, why fucking not.

Conceived in Ukraine Alex Nodopaka exhibited first in Russia, 1940. Studied tongue-in-cheek at Ecole des Beaux Arts, Casablanca, Morocco. Foremost he is Artist, Author, Art critic, Lip service in 4 or 5 languages & English gibberish after a bottle of Fire Water (against professional advice).

Dave Ruslander Steve Dalachinsky Lawrence Upton JodiAnn Stevenson Christopher Barnes Justin Hyde Alex Nodopaka Robert McLean Review

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