Tearing The Streets Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I am driving down
The downtrodden streets
And my god the Sun
Burned through the dashboard
I watched the sunlight
Escalate through the facade
Of the establishments,
I gazed at the sunlight
As it slithered through the
Jet black passenger seat
That held no one.

These are the indelible
Tinges left:
Watching the populace
Go in and out of
The buildings,
In and out of
Their skins,
Themselves
Starved to the bone
With derision.

All the people
Tired
Heavy with somnolence
Ridiculous
These people send
Photographs of themselves
Sitting inside a burning room
Damned and alone
With the shamefulness
Of doubt
Towards love,
Religion,
Faith,
Serendipity.

As they go in search
For continuous lovers
I found mine
As I sit idly
In front of the steering wheel
Running away
As I keep this vengeful flare
Inside of me
Like a flower
Delicate
Untouched
Rain-soaked
And far-flung.

In the
Driver’s point of
View and clairvoyance
I saw them
As I tear the streets
Down with impetuous
Velocities

I saw them
Fill themselves with
Nothing but
Darkness.