Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems
Again, Again, Again, Again, Again...
Some people are sodden
This is a mad carousel -
Mount each vessel
With an impassive resolution.
You can’t kill a man
Who’s already dead, darling.
You can’t steal something
From a man who owns nothing.
You can’t shatter a man’s soul
When he hasn’t any.
You can’t cut deeper into my skin anymore,
You’ve sifted the flesh from my bone.
Can’t you remember?
I guess some people aren’t only
Redundant and sodden.
They’ve got a bad case of forgetfulness too.
The Decree Of
Chiming, with the head of a chimera
Resolute pictures in the vista, springing
Rousing the lines of heavy blood taints
It is in the wake of
The ambivalent weather have I first,
Wrote with my clenched fists and shunned eyes
The most insipid of all the lies in lines