Another Night Behind The Corner Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Behind a very sharp corner,
I am seated with towers containing blood.
I drink all of them
One by one
Until I am gorged with a pungent air.

I rise to excrete the filth
And back again.
The station guards saw me,
And gave me more towers
To topple
But
The towers toppled me
In reverse.

The mouths of the station guards
Are loose
And they let out even
Wobblier words.

”Demolish the towers! ”

But I was more
Demolished than
These towers
And it was just
Another night behind
The corners.

Sit,
Consume,
Rise,
Purge,
Sit,
Consume,
Rise,
Purge
Such a deadly cycle.
But trust me,
I’d live longer
Than those
Who never sat
Behind the
Corner.