Crows And Tulips Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Crows, sinister in the sky

Wings of pestilence

Festive in a banquet of an abyss

As dark as your pale, lurid lips



Your lips as they move,

As busy as the train in a station

Embellish my longing, seducing me into the night

I cannot move, with legs of stone.



I cannot write anymore, I am at a loss

Not for words, but for a desire to breathe as much

Air as I could ingest, what is this, a tulip on my skin?

Have you been meandering aimlessly again?



I cannot write anything good and satisfactory,

My senses are dull, my mind benumbed

In these words, should you sense an urgency,

That I am in need of assistance, as the fireworks whirred at dawn.



Crows and tulips,

Leave such bitter taste on my lips.

Gruesome crows, offensive tulips.

In the night, scarcely a vision in the black waters.