The Third Recliner Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

The Third Recliner



At a recent social gathering
The hostess sat me across
An empty lounge chair
Of which there were two more
Of the same and as we began

Debating subliminal advertising
On which I needed help
I wonder if she consciously
Offered me the vacant chair
As a suggestive ritual entrance
Into some intimate séance

Because as we were conversing
Of Black Magic & Voodoo dolls
Made in her likeness
I sat through unperturbed
Listening to her advising me
On how to prick her plaything

Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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