Mad Blues Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Oh, lover
I wish to hold your hands
In the firmest way possible
Like a fire that takes
A hold of a combustible body.

But I don’t have a lover,
Nor a love to give -
Sometimes, I have this
Sad, mad blues
Where the oceans stir
And metamorph into
A paradoxical deluge.
A whole gathering
Of icicles.

Jaded underneath the
Bed sheets at 10: 00 in
The lucid night
Where the shadows
Drown in the darkness -
How absurd.

I am vying to keep my sanity
Inside of me -
I have been missing out
On life’s soirees and
Sprightly dances.

But I thought,
Here
Contained in this
Madness that all the
People evade

Is the most fulfilling
Kind of peculiar bliss -
Maybe not bliss,
Only contentment.

The mad contentment

Of drowning in a sea of flames
And not caring
At all.