Self-Pleasuring Buddha Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Self-Pleasuring Buddha



I thought of stringing
A cascade of words and claim them
To be flowing poems

I insisted for the lines to be
Broken at odd places and
For punctuation to be absent

Then made sure each line began
With a capital letter
While going to length to stagger

The ending of my sentences in mid
Phrases and
When reading them at

An open mike session
I paused on purpose where
I shouldn't have

But no matter what I did
Every time the interval was lengthy
I was applauded

That is when I realized
The poem tumbled like rough gravel
And I was some kind of Buddha

Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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