By The Quay Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

By the quay,
We could have watched
The Sun rivet itself
To the restive tapestry
Behind the boorish hills.

You heaved guttural snarls,
And your mouth shuddered
Upon that baleful bottle of stale
Liquor.

I blew a whole garden
Of dank smoke
Upon the open trellis.

Tomorrow we shall
Relish in the lingering inebriation
And soon we’ll bury
Our vices deep within
The Earth and dance
Atop their graves.

Nobody ever found us
Here, in this luxurious boat -
The empty paper cups
Laugh at their losses.