Pointless Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Pointless



</>I am angered,
And flushed with rue
Sometimes I pondered,
I wished to have not known you.
The stars are blue,
And shiver in the distance –
To have not known you,
Again, is another miserable perchance.
The fine lines of your forehead,
Remind me of days under crowded rooms,
And the impression left on the bed,
Now a place where true love cannot bloom.
To forget you, what persnickety venture,
The present demands stitches of breadth and depth,
When I could only offer shallow sutures,
Perhaps my heart is inept,
For it always fails to forget,
I have kept you, for you are the only prized accolade
That I could ever beget,
In this lopsided game of foolhardy trades.
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The rain, I remember
You abhor the rain so much,
For it casts gloom upon January to December –
You have left me in this gulch
Whereas, when I wail, the sound dies
At the middle of this saturnine cell,
No help arrives, no people vie
For me, for my own sake – my scars are unraveled.
I wish to not know you; I could have used my intuition,
But I am frail and I am weak in my dispositions
And you continue to flabbergast and amuse me with your sophistication.
How will I ever get out of this perdition?
When all the women I come to know,
I search you in them; I crave your eyes,
Your lips, your cheeks that bloom like a rose,
Your sharp chin, your pointed nose –
It seems as if I am jaded with second bests
Where I am transformed into a finicky lover
Who stood by pavements and gave up on tests
Of time, of trust, of love from a new lover.
Is there hope in this? I dared ponder
To forget your face, everything about the month of November,
Quickly, swiftly, in the slow races of time,
I always remember you – why?
I wish to not know you, for when I want you juxtaposed to me,
You always fade, yet I always try
To not die in the blankness of each side,
Where you used to sit beside me, in a bus,
In my father’s car, on a couch,
Where you lean and slouch
As if I am one of your beds –
It would take a lifetime to forget you,
And so I quit from this blurry game not intended for two.

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