Cripple Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Cripple



One more miscalculated move,
Across hostile grounds of eyes that explode
Not with mirth, but with somnolence because
Sleep and disillusionment are chauffeured by senile shadows
In flamboyant corners that carry the macabre of a
Viper - Even the first born children weep because
The slow dismal passing of the sunrise that was
Once emollient - now humdrum and drained to pale cemetery gray

And so, like liquid, or the passing of fetid saliva
Across chaffing lips that smelt of tar
Oh that vicarious stare within the circular body a bottle
Barren in time, consumed by the night, forgotten and sent to oblivion
One more day I muster every earnest force within spasms
Of calloused hands, and as the tables turn and soldiers retreat
During the dusky somber, I find that in metanoia
Or whim, I am but lost and not found
Because during the reverberating sound made by the zenith
As every dropp fell to the ground, I felt slivers of my soul
Joining the tall, sifting grass - And the sound I made
Never made the difference between silence and monotony of rain
And clouds - And so I disappeared

The bottle felt like the world, in cold barrels
That cringe within vapory tears of sapid musk
I feel like a stranger to these drops where I made my bones
Impregnable, indomitable from an unsparing bastinado
Of words that escape crooked teeth and forked tongue
Hold hope like a vice, succumb to it and let it pleasure your senses
A dullard man will never believe this, trust me
Heaven is lost in pieces
And hell is foretold in allegorical phase shifting
Across planes of senescence
My senescence is lost in the chronology of desolation

Don’t throw me a rope, I might use it as an escape
A transit nonetheless, fatal, shrewd with my hands
Lurching upon lechery, my sins have disabled me
The frivolity, I drink it like wine,
Her soul, I fantasize it is mine,
All around her, I put pillars - I have gone berserk
Possess me, like a raven with arms to embrace
I am an ocean of submission, you are a shipwreck
Hold me by the neck, I dare not resist

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